graffiti on the West Bank Barrier
Yellow bird, flaming
upward like a golden phoenix
from the spurs
in my heart!
Let loose the drunkenness
of my soul.
The fire becomes cold.
An ashen surrender cannot happen here.
The familiar grape inspires my pen.
All the worry and grief,
for a mere glance into the heart of day!
The painted bird on the wall
speaks numbers, and tells the sorrow