#2,435 A Cemetery
That slow encroachment of
concrete verticals – flats & a
range of high-end duplexes
erected – they butt ‘gainst a
fence put up over fifty years
before by a kibbutz farmer –
he dug deep – dragged back
dry soil with a worn shovel –
before thinking ‘bout depth
of bricks & weight of mortar
needed for his construction
among that vast emptiness
of toiled fields – Stillness no
more – cries from a school –
cars pass by – radio songs &
a woman calls her loud dog
back – Cool graves [in shade
extended by towers] will not
shift – Dead kibbutzniks’ rest
has been developed around
to settle higher demand – My
brother’s grave is now found
in an expanding Israeli town