Here especially to pack the floors and extract the teeth

Here especially to pack the floors and extract the teeth
To store the blood in a medical bottle
And to melt the pain with an addictive drug.
What was the subject of your lecture, Varda?
I escaped from the class through corridors full of silence
In dream like in death, you said, how do you know what death is
How do you know all that you know?

On the stairway I stumble and strain a muscle
And with the last pennies I improvise a childish game
The sun and the sea, larger than me, also play
A game of light and sparks
I desire my death
Cast me down into the pit of Joseph or into any other pit
Or now, an ant is already stepping over my hand


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Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion