Masadah

Yitshak Lamdan

1927

Myths Told Me

On an autumn night, on a bed of sorrows, far from home and shattered hearth,
My mother died;
A last tear froze in her eyes as she gasped a dying blessing
To me, her son, setting forth for far-off alien fields of battle,
An army kitbag weighing down my back . . .
On grave-studded pain-packed Ukrainian roads
My soft-eyed innocent…
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