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Zehava Khalfa (2019)

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

Too absolute

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.


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