04-04-2018, 07:15 AM
Jacob’s story
I was jumped in an alley. I thought
I was going to die, he was so strong,
my attacker, I struggled and heaved,
unwilling to give up my life. Sweat
and tears scored my cheeks, my lips
tasted salt where I longed for honey,
we slipped against each other like
parts of the same primeval monster.
Did I become him? I heard him speak.
‘My name means struggle. You worship me,
sacrifice for me your fathers, your wives,
your children, your friends.You bring me
your salty blood.
In my name you will lay waste to
cultures and civilzations, bring death
to schools, to the marriage and birthing rooms
of nations.
For me, you will steal and lie, assassinate
and plot against the world outside your tribe.
From you I will perfect monsters
who adore me, who kill for the ancient ecstasy
of salting the land with blood.
I am Israel. I am you.’
I was jumped in an alley. I thought
I was going to die, he was so strong,
my attacker, I struggled and heaved,
unwilling to give up my life. Sweat
and tears scored my cheeks, my lips
tasted salt where I longed for honey,
we slipped against each other like
parts of the same primeval monster.
Did I become him? I heard him speak.
‘My name means struggle. You worship me,
sacrifice for me your fathers, your wives,
your children, your friends.You bring me
your salty blood.
In my name you will lay waste to
cultures and civilzations, bring death
to schools, to the marriage and birthing rooms
of nations.
For me, you will steal and lie, assassinate
and plot against the world outside your tribe.
From you I will perfect monsters
who adore me, who kill for the ancient ecstasy
of salting the land with blood.
I am Israel. I am you.’