L’chaim

L’chaim & may you suffer
similar reductions in your
dignity [said Israel toasts
haunt me – do not travel]
Old heat in Netzer Sereni
is dry & my brother rests
under white marble [how
much remains?] Sweat is
our distinction/ We don’t
know shit about drouths/
I would walk barefoot on
sticky roads back from a
day in fan-drummed cow
sheds/ There is a girl – a
woman now – who walks
on black routes between
her places of obligation/
I should have remained –
perhaps my life would be
painless – L’chaim to you