Short by Hanoch Guy

I can’t get used to the weather
Rain magnified in the tunnels
Sirens for fallen cops blast through the nights.
I am nauseated by canned praises.
Gushing prayers burn my skull.
Artificially sweetened hymns
give the worms a heartburn.

An hyperactive groundhog burrowing keep me awake.
So do drunken guards belching,
playing cards on the marble,
spitting for good luck

I could never get used to the
Expressway crashes,
tow trucks falling into mausoleums

I’ll hitch a ride tonight on
a military chopper to a war zone
where death is swift
and sermons

Hanoch Guy spent his childhood and youth in Israel surrounded by citrus orchards ,water melon fields and invading sand dunes. He is a bilingual poet in Hebrew and English,.
Hanoch is emeritus professor of Jewish and Hebrew literature  in Temple University
He has taught mentoring and poetry classes in the Musehouse center in Philly.
Hanoch has published poetry extensively the US,Israel and the UK in Genre,Poetry Newsletter, Tracks , the International Journal of Genocide studies Poetry Motel,Visions International,Voices Israel and several times in Poetica where he won an award
He has also won an award in the Mad Poets Society.

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