You ran like a grotesque phantom.
Thought burst upon you
Suddenly like this.
And were you in your own room?
The eyes drooped tired. Children shouted
Under the windows. An organ-grinder
Milked a folk-song.
The day was cloudy and hot,
Full of boredom and expectation.
What melody was tangled up in your head
On that morning? Ti-dam, dam-dam, ti-dam.
Was the soap stinging your eyes?
And how did the part in your hair go?
You forgot to pay the conductor.
You overpaid him.
You stroked the heads of children.
With vacant eyes you surveyed the sky
And strolled on like a madman.
What did you dream that morning?
Flies buzzed around the net of your sleep.
The cold scared your blanket.
Flies kissed you like sugar.
Your brother copulated with an eagle.
Tell me, how did you reach the moment
That poured down on you
Like a sunny rain
On your grandfather's Passover Eve?
