NIGHT OF WAR 10

 
A silver-haired commander came and took me to the firing zone.
I cuddled in his warm hairy chest. “David’”
I whispered, “I’ve always feared you. But now you’re
all there is.” “My name isn’t David,” he grinned back.
“To me you’re David,” I laughed.
 
“Come,” he said, and pulled me into his arms. “Here,
you see this slope, it is the front of the outpost.
No one can conquer so fortified a place.”
I kissed his cheeks. “You’re a hero. Will you watch over me?”
“Of course,” he smiled and fed me with an orange delicacy, warm squash.
 
I woke with the taste of puree melting in my mouth.
All day long I wondered if I been graced with the Messiah,
or had I just slept with an heir of Jesse.

ליל מלחמה 10

ליל מלחמה 10