CALLING CARD
We go in the night, go go go
along the long and filthy roads.
Days of peace. No rifle in the bush.
But the going never comes to an end
even though we said our goodbyes to all
and the last debt was finally paid.
Whence have we come where are we going and no end in sight?
Are we quite certain we've had time to love?
And why have we been so betrayed by the good end?
With ease we carry our young bodies.
It is not a world of indifference that led us to a world of frivolities.
The final report on us is drawn from erroneous sources.
We'll respond to all questions in a very specific order.
Our hands in our pockets and warm even in winter.
Not by the chance they gained young girls' favor.
Not by chance we swiftly crossed worlds.
Not by chance we got lost on long nomadic roads.
Not by chance we missed all the prologues.
David Avidan, translated by Tsipi Keller