The bird explodes with joy

The bird explodes with joy ---
This knowledge reaches me through the open window

From my side it is possible to shoot and hunt her
And to prepare a little meal from her

Nature abundant with power, the tree does not hold the fruit
And it collapses under its own weight

From my side it is possible to kill her, her blood is allowed
A rock crumbles up in my hand

The wilderness of psyche is sown with mines
Surrounded by a broken security fence

Below the visible order, there is only chaos
(The body of the bird is mined)


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