Isaac

Amir Gilboa

1953

Early in the morning the sun took a walk in the woods
with me and my father
my right hand in his left.
A knife flashed between the trees like lightning.
And I’m so scared of the fear in my eyes facing blood on the leaves.
Father father come quick and save Isaac
so no one will be missing at lunchtime.
It’s I who am butchered, my son,
my blood…
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