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19 January 2009
The tank commander, aiming well,‘took out’ a ‘hostile’ ground floor flat,and all I loved precipit fellin pulverised procession. Heartpierced by rusty concrete bars,child-choking through a jagged cleft,fire waxing in my waning stars,then silence – now a life, bereft,has but its own curtailèd span:I watch my sanguinary flowthrough mind detached, apart with themand screaming at our fate, and howdogmatic faith can love condemn.
Through eddies of consoling dust,Aeolus wafts a polaroid(three little grins, entire in trust),Out of my reach – until the void.
21 January 2009
I’ll take your coat. Ehud will fix a drink.How was the flight? Few noticed that you’d slipped away?The Washington distraction must have helped.So good of you to come and help us celebrateCompletion of our necessary task to fight And crush this evil force. We did appreciateYour quiet support, as well as generous suppliesFrom BAE. Do please sit here and Tzipi, passThe red to Gordon. I’m afraid the view just nowIs rather badly marred by all the smoke but, as youEnglish say, an omelette’s only made by breaking eggs.Another joke: this dish, our delicate cuisine, Is cooked on phosphorous – so have some more. There’s plenty where that comes from – it’s from you.How are the children? Yours I mean of course…
Oh! must you leave so early? We had hoped You’d stay and see the fireworks soon re-start. No, we quite understand. We know you can’t stay longAnd must stay silent for your public with an even-handed air of gravitas. Our thanks, and come again.
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