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    Grace

    The insult of the poor man's hunger isn't for you to appease
    and the avenger's zeal isn't for you to cool down
    and the bulldozed house isn't for you to protect with your body
    and the baby pram that goes up by a whirlwind into heaven
    isn't for you to seize and bring down gently
    and the reign of evil isn't for you to cast out

    therefore tend to your own home

    to the one who loves you
    to your one and only
    to the yellow plea in the slits of its eyes
    and bury your face in its fur.

    One caress
    for one cat
    in the world.

    Read more of Tal Nitzan's poetry, translated from Hebrew by Vivian Eden.



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