Agam
Daniella
Karina
Liri
Naama

five vibrant
vital flowers
beginning bloom
surveilling their field

suddenly savagely
ripped from their soil
from their land
from the earth itself

Agam
Daniella
Karina
Liri
Naama

if I were Catholic
this ritualistic repetition
would be my recitation
of the rosary

but I was born a Jew
with all the pride
and responsibility
that ancient honor brings

and my ceaseless repetition
of their names
hearkens back millennia
to something deeper
primal
visceral

my tribe

Agam
Daniella
Karina
Liri
Naama

they are my sisters
Hersh is my brother

eyes closed
their faces rise before me

Daniella‘s head is bandaged
Karina’s too
wilted and bruised
crushed and trampled

despair and beauty
mingled with defiance

they are far
unreachable
underground
or above
secreted
amidst the rubble

and yet
they are with me
every day – all day
and every night – all night

Agam
Daniella
Karina
Liri
Naama

their names
a constant melody
(I refuse to say dirge)
as I move throughout my day

they live inside me now

nothing I do
and nowhere I go
is without them

on October 7th
as their world contracted
to impenetrable darkness
my world expanded
encompassing them all
my sisters and brothers

ein mishpacha
one family
one people
my people
Am Yisrael Chai

Say Their Names

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