UNDER THE GROUND

And how can I help it if for me
the operation succeeded and Baghdad
died, and all that is left
is the music that my father
used to listen to on the stations of shame
while waiting in the underground parking lot
to drive me to the people’s army
on his way to work.

And I will never forget
the sadness of his hand as it gropes
for the Hebrew, to switch quickly
before we leave and ascend
above ground.

מתחת לפני האדמה

מתחת לפני האדמה