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Amir Or
A GLASS OF BEER
The perfect murder has no reasons, he said,the perfect murder needs only a perfect object,
as it was in Auschwitz.
Not the crematoria, of course, but as it was
afterwards, outside working hours.
And he fell silent
looking at the froth on the beer
and taking a sip.
The perfect murder is love, he said.
The perfect murder doesn’t require anything perfect
except giving
as much as you can.
Even the memory of gripping the throat
is eternal. Even the howls that rocked my hand,
even the piss that fell like grace on cold flesh,
even the heel of the boot awakens another eternity,
even the silence,
he said,
looking at the froth.
True, a decent job frees a lot, but
a perfect murder doesn’t lose
a drop,
like the lips of a child, he explained,
like sand and froth,
like you,
listening,
sipping and listening.
© Translation: 1997, Tsipi Keller
A GLASS OF BEER
© 1995, Amir Or
From: Kakha
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad,
From: Kakha
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad,
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A GLASS OF BEER
From: Kakha
A GLASS OF BEER
The perfect murder has no reasons, he said,the perfect murder needs only a perfect object,
as it was in Auschwitz.
Not the crematoria, of course, but as it was
afterwards, outside working hours.
And he fell silent
looking at the froth on the beer
and taking a sip.
The perfect murder is love, he said.
The perfect murder doesn’t require anything perfect
except giving
as much as you can.
Even the memory of gripping the throat
is eternal. Even the howls that rocked my hand,
even the piss that fell like grace on cold flesh,
even the heel of the boot awakens another eternity,
even the silence,
he said,
looking at the froth.
True, a decent job frees a lot, but
a perfect murder doesn’t lose
a drop,
like the lips of a child, he explained,
like sand and froth,
like you,
listening,
sipping and listening.
© 1997, Tsipi Keller
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