Ada Aharoni, Israel
I howled
before the dawn appeared,
the restless bed
creaked in fear
beneath my banging shoulder,
while the pit in my throat
grew and grew
like a yawning crater.
Since you were clutched away
to the War -
the sun is black sand.
Bombs in black sackcloth
float under my breath
exploding it,
making a choking icicle
of me.
Before the night dies again
on my lips,
flash a sign from there
my love,
make a sign of life -
so that I can live -
ending howls in sounds
of peace.