I don’t know why
twenty years
I only meet crazy people
telling me that this is
the end of the jewish people
everything if this and that happens
will collapse
why I meet
prophets of disasters every day
and I forecast them
whole moons of bliss
why they always speak
about the vanishing jewish people
they were always vanishing
and I only see
immigrants and more immigrants
houses and more houses
roads and more roads
sons building cities
sons coming back to their borders.
Nobody knows were these frontiers are
growing and shortening
and after two thousand years of
exile
I wish ourselves
two thousand years of
borders.
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A Disappearing People