by Noach Peniel
Until the end, until the end
A warm tremor crosses my bones
Inside my body sick of anxiety
I will remember the palpitating of my heart
When stepping my feet for the first time
The green carpet of the fields
As waves, waves of spring wind
The burning happiness seals forever
My eyes discovered the bridge on the river
And the forest that paints green the horizon.
And when taking my eyes to the ashes
Jumping from mound in mound
The thoughts accompany me with their songs
And the blessed memories
They groan silent before me
I will remind you
While blood flows in my veins
Until the end, until the end
(to Bereza, my native city)
Fog covers the ruins and it rises
It melts in front of the sun soaked of duel
And a leaden block covers the whitish road
Naked and large before my eyes full with tears.
To both sides of the route, grizzly ash
Naked trees rise
Telegraphic threads hum a cradle song
Satiny fields complain with silent voice
To the left of the destroyed mound where
until yesterday it was a
synagogue
My lost eyes lead me to the
back street of the cemetery
As if I were united to a silent
retinue
To my hearings an echo comes:
"the virtue will
save of the death"
A destroyed fence surrounds
mute stones
Unjust mounds of orphan
sepulchers
Inside the dark sadness in
front of a sun in duel
My hearings capture the cry of
the sepulchers.