for Lilia Osadchey
Tel Aviv --
harbor of re-gathering
for a vision torn from the sleep of God,
encoring from the sea the ships laden
with the cedars of Solomon's Temple.
But a man wielding divine forgery
attempts passage to Paradise with blood,
just to turn children out of the harbor.
Today your mother's eyes beheld your shroud-
like black sails just cresting the horizon,
always in sight of acacia blossoms.