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Meir Wieseltier

MOST OF THE TIME, I TOO

stood facing the world
with my hands up.

I was thirsty, I was hungry,
it was cold or hot outside,
I continued to stand.

My eyes were clinging to the gun,
a comical thing, such a sweetie,
though lethal and aimed at me too.

Sometimes the entire world
looks like a ridiculously short person,
with a crooked nose, its brain completely scrambled

but armed and ruthless and completely
inconsiderate of me and the likes of me,
and rather unpredictable.

Here and there, not to give a damn
I would light a cigarette
with one hand –

It got angry, squinted at me
pursed its lips tightly
but did not shoot

for now.
                                      

MOST OF THE TIME, I TOO

Meir  Wieseltier

Meir Wieseltier

(Rusland, 1941 - 2023)

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MOST OF THE TIME, I TOO

MOST OF THE TIME, I TOO

stood facing the world
with my hands up.

I was thirsty, I was hungry,
it was cold or hot outside,
I continued to stand.

My eyes were clinging to the gun,
a comical thing, such a sweetie,
though lethal and aimed at me too.

Sometimes the entire world
looks like a ridiculously short person,
with a crooked nose, its brain completely scrambled

but armed and ruthless and completely
inconsiderate of me and the likes of me,
and rather unpredictable.

Here and there, not to give a damn
I would light a cigarette
with one hand –

It got angry, squinted at me
pursed its lips tightly
but did not shoot

for now.
                                      
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