Noach III

There are two dark shadows under your eyes;

Carrying the weight of the Jewish people;

Carrying my baggage and yours.

We may have argued about whose hands

Were better qualified to hold the reins

Of my little life.

I see now

Intuition as always

Stood between me and destruction.

What a struggle

To not become a tragic person

In the midst of tragedy-

Tragedies.

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