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Poetry || SubmissionsPoems by Moshe BenarrochA JEWISH DREAM I dreamed an atomic bomb fell in tel aviv and there was of course a big mess and many dead and then people discovered that the jews are not sensible to radiocativity because of the circumcision and because it is done on the eighth day and not after months or years and then everybody understood that Abraham was a genius and a great expert of nuclear physics. if you see me in the street and i don't say hello to you don't think i don't want your company or that i am trying to hurt you if you see me in the street and i am thinking another poem other words that may at last describe the firmament line that connects between my legs and the town where i was born a giant raibow if you see me in the street and i don't say hello it is not a declaration of war but a look at the future. BUCHIKI BUCHIKI Buchiki Buchiki while i was making love i thought about you about my wife who said it happens you could have died in a car accident or in a thousand other ways Buchiki Buchiki but no a whole country went out to kill you by mistake Buchiki Buchiki my compatriot from a country that vomits her citizens you went to be a waiter in norway the same year i immigrated to israel Buchiki Buchiki and a whole country went out to kill you by mistake while you were thinking about your big norwegian love your dreams of europe a new country full of money and hope and i was thinking about my maid fatima whom i loved so much who went with her husband to belgium and a month before i immigrated she came for a visit and brought chocolates and i loved her very much but didn't know how to act and stayed stucked to my chair. Buchiki Buchiki your dream was murdered by mistake by the same country in which my dream was broken in which i was left to poetise your dream. Note: Ahmed Buchiki, a Morrocan waiter, was killed by mistake by the Mossad in Norway in 1973. The Mossad thought that he was one of the Palestinian terrorists responsible for the Munich Olympics massacre TAKE ME TO THE SEA take me to the sea the land is drying my throat take me to the sea by hand, by foot, by plane or by train take me to the sea the waters will heal my wounds, my skin that refuses to communicate with the world the cold sea will cure my ears that won't hear the world that warns me from the bad people, the others are always bad take me to the sea there, on the sand, i will learn to walk like an infant take me to the sea today, today i want to see the sea take me with your kind arms that took me to learn from the cities but now, please, take me to the sea. la campana I walk these streets Maharaka Anouar street Mohamed Torres street King Mohamed V street and their names caress my heart and I see running always parallel to me the boy I was running to eat an ice-scream in La Glacial to buy cakes in La Campana going and coming back I see the child is afraid and I ask him "what are you afraid of, beautiful child?" He Doesn't answer. Are you afraid from the adult you will become? He doesn't answer. Are you afraid of the arabs, from whom you are always warned? He doesn't answer. He is sad. Tears fill his eyes inside of him there is happiness. I try to embrace him but he is afraid of my caress. He is afraid that after the caress a blow will come, in the back, in the face, in the hand he is afraid that after the caress screams will follow and I see that my hands toward him cause him an asthmatic attack he longs for love but is afraid of a caress. he loves but is scared to show it. He even loves the arabs but he has been warned until his light dimed. and I say to him from a distance: don't worry you will grow to love the world in spite of everything, in spite of everybody it won't be easy but you will grow to shine. And thanks to this encounter I grew up to be who I am. Moshe Banarroch was born 1959 in Tetuan, Morroco, opposite Gibraltar. In 1972, his parents emigrated to Israel. He has published two books: The Litany of the Immigrant (poetry), and The Coming Book (prose), as well as numerous pubications in Israeli literary magazines. He is married to Danielle and they have three children. A lover of American folk music, he writes reviews for the online magazine Fame You can write to him c/o Moshe Benarroch Here are some more poems by him. Today's Situation
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