Ronny Someck

This

This whose brain is the Commander of the body

This whose body conceals desire in the cave of genitals

This whose genitals moisten the lips of the hostages

This whose hostage is the broken tooth in the mouth shouting commands

This whose command knows no borders

This whose border is stretched like a sock

This whose sock is silent

This whose silence crumbles threads from the gnarl of words

This in whose brains words are stuck like a fence

And after which nothing is left to say.

Translated by Karen Alkalay-Gut