And you will die with the Star of David
Twisting before your eyes
Blood on a stretcher
In the middle of Beersheba’s
Final countdown
Of a night it not only owned,
But created in the 67th year
Of the century before
A century when all things came to a head
Like teeth
The fatal blow was not the sound
Of lost little shoes doing a jagged tap-dance
Along the gravel at Dachau
But hearing the words of its Nazi guard
Echo in the mouth of a Jewish spinster
Who achieved a crooked morning glory
By sending the final death blow
Into the body of a Brown Man
With a boot heel that had
More certainty than Meursault
An Arab, an African –
All the same
Israel’s arid assurance
As crooked and brisk
As von Verschuer’s scalpel
Rattling on the limbs
Of the bloody mantra
“You will die with the star of David
Burning in your eyes”
![Mulu Habtom Zerhoma, a wounded Eritrean, is evacuated from the scene of an attack in Beersheba, Israel, on Oct. 18, 2015. [AP Photo/Dudu Grunshpan]](https://dennisleroykangalee.files.wordpress.com/2015/11/mulu-habtom-zerhoma.jpg)
Mulu Habtom Zerhoma, a wounded Eritrean, is evacuated from the scene of an attack in Beersheba, Israel, on Oct. 18, 2015. [AP Photo/Dudu Grunshpan]
Dennis Leroy Kangalee 