Moon Blade

 الغبار أم

 (Mother of Dust)



A torn talleth to cloak

            the day’s last heave

The innocence of seeing

            forever violated


All fears condensed

            into a glance’s drop

Ripped the flesh

            beneath closed lids


Pity had rotten

            in the dazzling noon

And for oblivion’s secret path

armies of flies


On the page the words

            like limbs lie scrambled

While a moon’s blade

       frightened fades

            into the sudden sunset gore


Rosh ha-Shanah 5743