2009-04-27

And My Brother Said Nothing | Amir Gilboa




My brother came back from the field
Dressed in gray. And I was afraid that
My dream might prove false, so at once
I began to count his wounds.
And my brother said nothing.

Then I rummaged in the pockets of the trenchcoat
And found a field-dressing, stained and dry.
And on frayed postcard, her name -
Beneath a picture of poppies.
And my brother said nothing.

Then I undid the pack
And took out his belongings, memory by memory.
Hurrah, my brother, my brother, the hero,
Now I've found your decorations!
Hurrah, my brother, my brother, the hero,
I shall proudly hymn your name!
And my brother said nothing.
And my brother said nothing.

And his blood was crying out from the ground.