flambingo

aharon shabtai

I, too, have declared war:
You'll need to divert part of the force
deployed to wipe out the Arabs --
to drive them out of their homes
and expropriate their land --
and set it against me.
You've got tanks and planes,
and soldiers by the battalion;
you've got the rams' horns in your hands
with which to rouse the masses;
you've got men to interrogate and torture;
you've got cells for detention.
I have only this heart
with which I give shelter
to an Arab child.
Aim your weapon at it:
even if you blow it apart
it will always,
always mock you.

rooting round the new LRB bookshop, which is an almost perfect bookshop full of exactly the kind of books borders et al neglect, i found aharon shabtai's recent selection of poetry j'accuse.