Blood of Yossef

Blood of Yossef

A Poem by itai

What is the last thing that the window saw
before it got smashed by the charging football?
Wherein the whole matrix
does the heart stand
when a man has been thrown
and left in a ditch for dead?
where exactly is the needle in a hay stack?
Must we only find out
when someone gets pricked?
Or when a tired mind pierces
through a sleepless night in sweaty sheets?
Does the sun
even know why it rises in the morning?
or does it just do what has to be done,
with or without a warning?
These are just the blind things of life,
that help us to see
beyond our physical sight.

© 2014 itai


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Added on July 30, 2014
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itai
itai

London, United Kingdom



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