,הַלַּיְלָה צָפִיתִי בְּתוֹכְנִית טֶלֶוִיזְיָה
,דְּרָמָה אַלִּימָה
.רְוְוּיָת יְצָרִים
,בִּזְמַן אַחַת הַסְּצֵנוֹת
,בָּהּ הִבְלִיַח אֶקְדָּח שָׁחוֹר וּמַבְרִיק
,נִזְכַּרְתִּי בְּכְלֵי הַנֶּשֶׁק
,שֶׁהָיוּ שֶׁלִּי
.בִּזְמַן הַשֵּׁרוּת הַצְּבָאִי
,הִרְהַרְתִּי בָּהֶם
,וְתָהִיתִי
?מָה עָלָה בְּגוֹרָלָם
,בָּאֵם שֵׁשׁ עֶשְׂרֵה וּבָעוּזִּי
.אִיתָּם לָמַדְתִּי לִירוֹת בַּמִּטְוָח
,וְהַגְלִילוֹן, הַמַּקְלֵעַ
,וְהַתּוֹתָח הַכָּבֵד
.בָּהֶם הִשְׁתַּמַּשְׁתִּי בְּמַהֲלַךְ הַשֵּׁרוּת הַקְּרָבִי
,עָשׂוֹרִים חָלְפוּ מֵאָז
,וַאֲנִי שׁוֹאֵל
?הַשָּׁלוֹם לָהֶם
,הַאִם כוּתְּתוּ לְאֵתִים וְלְמַזְמֵרוֹת
,אוֹ שֶׁמָּא חַתוּמִים עֲלֵיהֶם שׁוּב
,חַיָּלִים צְעִירִים
,כָּמוֹנִי אָז
,וְהֵם מָגִינִּים עַל הַמּוֹלֶדֶת
,בַּקְּרָב וּבַמִּלְחָמָה
?שֶׁאֵינָהּ נִגְמֶרֶת
Waiting for Isaiah
Tonight I watched a TV program,
A violent drama,
Loaded with emotions.
During one of the scenes,
Where a shiny handgun flashed,
I recalled the weapons that were mine,
During the army service.
I thought about them,
And wondered,
What became their fate?
The M Sixteen and the Uzi,
I learned to shoot at the range.
And the Glilon, the machine gun,
And heavy cannon,
Which I used during the combat service.
Decades have passed since then,
And I wonder,
Are they okay?
Were they beat into plowshares and pruning hooks,
Or rather they are assigned again,
To young soldiers,
Like me back then,
And they are protecting the motherland,
In battle and in a war,
That never ends.
I always enjoy reading your poems. It is indeed a never ending war! Will it ever be over?
Thank you for your kind note. We continue to wish for peace as we have for decades, even at times like these.