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Amir Or

I LOOK THROUGH THE MONKEYS’ EYES

I look through the monkeys’ eyes,
as they play with my skull in the treetops.
I’m lifted with the eagle as he flies
because my entrails are in his;
in the belly of the earth
I crawl with worms
who ate my eyes out of my sockets;
I am green, I grow in the grass
That my rotting flesh makes rich.
O my body
How you have grown!

I LOOK THROUGH THE MONKEYS’ EYES

Amir  Or

Amir Or

(Israël, 1956)

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I LOOK THROUGH THE MONKEYS’ EYES

I LOOK THROUGH THE MONKEYS’ EYES

I look through the monkeys’ eyes,
as they play with my skull in the treetops.
I’m lifted with the eagle as he flies
because my entrails are in his;
in the belly of the earth
I crawl with worms
who ate my eyes out of my sockets;
I am green, I grow in the grass
That my rotting flesh makes rich.
O my body
How you have grown!
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