One day
I’ve got –
Them.
Funny, clumsy, crying.
Kids.
Cubs.
Days
passed.
My cubs played.
They grew strong, beautiful, shining.
Kind.
And then
that
day
came.
When angry men
pointed their guns
to shoot at us.
They were not hungry, they just
thought
that
without us
their world
would get better.
I jumped
Up
I sprang into the fight.
Don’t you ever
dare
touch my cubs!
But the men
had
guns.
Have you seen Death?
He dulls the pain,
He cures sore hearts
And closes cuts.
He’s so warm
and welcoming: hi, sis, hush.
Death offered the bliss
of a quiet darkness
and the joy
of endless Shabbat.
I honestly wanted to stay
but
I felt
Something was missing
Important
Needed
Loved…
What?!
Death sighed – and smiled.
The Sun hit my eyes.
Someone was shaking me:
Mum, wake up!
Mum, come back!
Mum, they will never again
Dare as much as look wrong at you
We killed them
We tore them apart.
Mum, come back!
Mum!
My cubs.
Beautiful, strong, kind.
Covered in blood.
