No holy man laid his hands on him
Face to face, eye to eye
No arm rest was placed on his face
And a great woman went in vain
Don’t deceive me, don’t deceive me, she said.
And there is no holy person in the mountains of Galilee and no caves for them.
Just a wooden cupboard and a Tallit.
And a death
And a tedious, long Kadisch.
Like stone dirt on his face.
Nobody touches him,
A life like a meaningless life.
God’s man Elisha
A compassionate and hidden man.
Where have you been?
Maybe he was here again.
He would wake up and cling to the armrest.
And he would be saved from his death and the death of his mother.
The great woman.