Poems by Meitar Hillel Kurman

Poems by Meitar Hillel Kurman


The Rolling Stones Has Directions Too

Like a house of cards struggling with the wind
You smiled
A bald head
Tired and lethargic
One could see even when you're lying down -
Sisyphus

Your sick bed as a military base
The battle lasted day and night
Occasional lulls
Shock
[Slowly, we learned to know the enemy]

The moment blows in different directions
Played with us
The non-hair moved to the non-wind
And the burden on the shoulders shook

In the last days we knew
There was a glowing neon arrow
Towards the exit from the hospital
And a small advertisement for the cemetery
And after that we found out - The rolling stones has directions too.


Unidentified Flying Object

She states in despair:
We are like Unidentified Flying Object
and utter silence
-
We are looking at the sadness
And you know very well where it comes from
The lack of truth
The inability of the land to fulfill its function
Sinkholes of anxiety that are made in us
Until we have no form
There are no signs of ourselves
Until drowning in despair


Misleading

The routine is misleading
Your departure from the hospital
What do we want?
Not to die (We will die eventually)
To live

And how do you recognize life?
Here, you are talking to the point
You sing a little
And you even return to cook (setting pots)

This is what life looks like
All the difference - the knowledge of death
The realization that cancer will never be defeated
The sound of the hand moving slowly to the end of time
The breath of the wind that comes to take
Long looks at the setting sun
(This time is misleading)