A Path In Israel

It was a path from another time, Your close enquiry of an ant-marched line. Crossing the equally engineered rails, We both avoided the steel-trip trail.

You, eldest boy, chatting alongside, On the rough-route, where Ruti had cried: Your uncle asleep, in this blown-thin soil, Alone in this god-land: an empty black voile.

Unlocked the gate, metallic complaints, I showed you the place where your uncle waits, your talk is erased by the hand-carved curves, Our name cries out, among foreign words.

https://mikebellpoems.com/2016/04/05/a-path-in-israel-2/