Maybe the worst night of my life.
Maybe the worst night of my life.
The electricity suddenly went off at 11
The fan dying with it
The heat unbearable
In uninsulated walls and ceiling
No movement
Candles lit
Attempts to sleep in black
Hot and unmoving hard to do
I twist – run for water
Douse
Go to refrigerator
Eat
Lie down once again
Count the moments till
Morning
Then the emissions begin
From the various burning
Stations around this area
Which is it this time?
The garbage dump across the street?
The petrochemical plants in Ashdod?
The chemical plant in Beer Sheva?
The bio-tech research places dotted
Along the highway going south?
Or maybe the ones going north?
Maybe it’s the Bedouins looking for
An easy way to make money
And kill us all slowly at the same
Time?
Whichever – the processes of burning
Begin – first acrid
Then nauseating.
Then dense.
Then thicker.
My mouth
Lungs
Psyche
Fill with toxins
At 4 am electricity returns
With my fan sputtering up
Into existance.
I attempt to sleep
Sleep doesn’t come
Awake at 8 something
To find my cat
Jesse, dying on the kitchen floor
In his wastes.
He is now in the bedroom
In a container waiting.
Waiting.
The end is close.
God keep him with you
Relieve him of his burdens
Raise his soul higher
Grant him an additional soul
That he may be counted among
The righteous
For truly, he has been a comfort
And grand friend to this one
In all her transitions.
Hashem, Makom, El Shad-ai
Take him Home.
Dai.
The electricity suddenly went off at 11
The fan dying with it
The heat unbearable
In uninsulated walls and ceiling
No movement
Candles lit
Attempts to sleep in black
Hot and unmoving hard to do
I twist – run for water
Douse
Go to refrigerator
Eat
Lie down once again
Count the moments till
Morning
Then the emissions begin
From the various burning
Stations around this area
Which is it this time?
The garbage dump across the street?
The petrochemical plants in Ashdod?
The chemical plant in Beer Sheva?
The bio-tech research places dotted
Along the highway going south?
Or maybe the ones going north?
Maybe it’s the Bedouins looking for
An easy way to make money
And kill us all slowly at the same
Time?
Whichever – the processes of burning
Begin – first acrid
Then nauseating.
Then dense.
Then thicker.
My mouth
Lungs
Psyche
Fill with toxins
At 4 am electricity returns
With my fan sputtering up
Into existance.
I attempt to sleep
Sleep doesn’t come
Awake at 8 something
To find my cat
Jesse, dying on the kitchen floor
In his wastes.
He is now in the bedroom
In a container waiting.
Waiting.
The end is close.
God keep him with you
Relieve him of his burdens
Raise his soul higher
Grant him an additional soul
That he may be counted among
The righteous
For truly, he has been a comfort
And grand friend to this one
In all her transitions.
Hashem, Makom, El Shad-ai
Take him Home.
Dai.
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