Shalom Ya'akov

We meet again Ya'akov Morris,
In a second-hand shop tonight,
Your re-cycled writings,
Staring at me from the shelf.

Ambassador, I remember you well,
Blarney born Irish Israeli,
Selling guns in the service of Zion.

Well, we didn't buy your Uzi's,
But tonight I bought your poems.

Shalom Ya'akov.

 

© Ross Nepia Himona


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