M
【這首詩首發於《聲韻詩刊》2020年11/12月第56期 英文主題詩選「Home」特輯。All Rights Reserved. ©】
M
Home. Home is if home lasts. — Henry Miller
he was just 18
but I can feel a volcano sweeping along inside of him
misplaced in dormant Europe.
five days was my entire gap year
between leaving Israel and coming to Germany
trying to drain those packed feelings
once condensed in the swirl of war-tainted years
until I met M, from Gaza.
we shared memories, shekels, land of divided time
he was the closest I could cling to the familiarity of the past
three summers
two wars.
conflicts create departures
that’s how they blot out “war” at one stroke
this is not my home
I’m here to learn —
Conflict Resolutions.
rockets wake me up, brought me my dream
Thou Shall Sleep by avoiding windows
M was on the other side
I was told Gaza means Hell — an imposed shelter
closest to the native soil.
“Our rockets are all home-made.”
claiming with a smile.
while I run in every shelter I could find,
got tired of knowing “I’m not gonna die” yet still follow the siren,
stopped half way in the stairs
forced to make small talks with neighbours in foams, in pyjamas, in towels,
waiting for the shrapnel to fall
a collective cache;
M lost ten friends — told in a whisper.
I don’t know how to get over that
But we are in Europe now, dormant Europe;
But what if your brothers and sisters were killed and same generations before, would you hate?
But I was not allowed to have brothers or sisters.
I was told they all lie —
Best actors are from “Pallywood”.
I saw him veiled in black with AK-47 in woods
that’s what you do when only got four hours of electricity?
I was told M was making a movie with his friends for a school project
those friends he lost?
back then we were smoking like chimneys
a learned habit ten years ago in Germany
an efficient way to make one at home.
he was just 18
too young to smoke like a veteran
when did you start?
I was told he started in our shared war
while I looked into sky for the trail of rockets, filming it
his friends lost both arms
smoking is the only way to get by
But with M’s help.
ten friends and two arms,
I was told they all lie.
he reminds me of Jerusalem, in cars, on the road,
I was told “whoever controls the road, controls the land.”
that road M was once on
only guarded in a car
nothing like returning.
喜欢我的作品吗?别忘了给予支持与赞赏,让我知道在创作的路上有你陪伴,一起延续这份热忱!
- 来自作者
- 相关推荐