"Your brother's blood cries out from the ground, but no one, including my rabbi father, tells me that it also cries out from the blood-stained uniform I wear, from the memories I shared with fallen comrades..."
The twentysomething soldier pauses for a moment, looking intensely at the reporter. "Most importantly, no one tells me that there is other blood crying out from a hand in the rubble, from a mother with her dying baby, from my dreams ..." Angrily, he turns around and walks away.
"Together We Will Win"
fraying at the edges ...
sirens pierce the night
FYI: For more poems about the Israel-Hamas War, Special Feature, October 7: Selected Poems for Reflections on "CeaseFire Now" and "Saving the Children"
