An Open Poem to Binyamin Netanyahu

Fat_man

Bibi

Excuse an intrusion
into your consciousness
taking you by surprise
in the zone of slumber.
(How do you sleep
with what you do?)
Communicant from
hypnogogic dimensions

Bibi

(Sleeping deeply) I
address you by a nickname
which resonates across
spacetime immediately
makes you seem more
human, vulnerable
secret melancholy
King of the Blues

Bibi

Let’s talk man-to-man
heart-to-heart
since you, you too
lord of the arsenal of Israel
suffer insomniac
moments of disquiet
dream powerless
agonies by night

Bibi

Since people do
strange things in their sleep
drive cars, munch bars
of soap supposedly dieting;
since we all sleepwalk
to some extent through life
since many navigate on
autopilot all their days

Bibi

Following my words
dead to the world
not in statesman-mode
wielding blade of plutonium
nor in Zeus-of-the-hydrogen-cloud
frame-of-mind aggressively
thundering daytimes
in the Knesset

Bibi

As your own blood
murmuring in your ear
I speak a name from
the core of your wound
fearful name which holds
wound tight in three syllables
all the multiplied involute
of suffering: Yonatan!

Bibi

Streams of anguish
trickle now, cascade
on your face flowing
hotly, sadly. I bring you
a message from the other
side of the night, listen
grief-crushed brother for
better understanding

Bibi

Where I am now
in the superconscious
zone beyond the human
condition, from here
I have completely another
perspective on yesterday:
you shudder and convulse
your hands, calm down

Bibi

Unclench two fists
of anger by your pillow.
Don’t fight me, I’ll
always win you know
I was the Colonel
you, my commando, when
we played boy-soldiers
in Tel Aviv

Bibi

Remember as boys
tiring of Torah sometimes
we read the Iliad
aloud to each other
devoured that epic
of psychotic violence
all spillings of intestines
stench of masculinity, spearings

Bibi

One time in the States
you found and read to me
while Dad lay dying
in Israel, very near death
that sequence of the candlelit
tent on the coast of Ilium
Homer’s night-scene
Priam down on his knees

Bibi

Remember? Troy’s
iron sovereign
incredibly supplicating
homicidal Achilles
almost like Joseph
stepping down in humility
to kiss his brothers
in the blue-gold throne-room
of Pharoah

Bibi

In the Pennsylvanian
night you stopped
in amazement as Priam
seized the knees of Achilles
pleading to return
the body of his son to Troy
begging to take Hector’s
corpse to his mother at dawn

Bibi

I was not angry
after Entebbe
becoming the hero
of the lightning-strike
in Israel, taken but
never forgotten
for dying so bravely.
Remember

Bibi

Where I stand
no sides, arguments.
Don’t punish the Palestinians
because I was sacrificed
there on the runway
by Victoria, near the jungle
in the first few minutes
of the operation

Bibi

My planning and training
saved the women and children
since I’d forged beforehand
the psychic unity of my men.
And my name remains
alive tonight.
But only one flesh
in the human condition

Bibi

Truth greater than
any single nation’s claim.
And though they stood round
me on the transport home
as I spoke that poem
of mine for the last time
pride was broken like Priam’s
when I reached this world

Bibi

Hammer-down
eliminating Palestine
harshly and I fall again
on the runway at Entebbe;
and always on the Hercules
back from Uganda, each time
as I speak my fevered poem
of the stormcloud, dying

Bibi

You are burning the tents
of the people on the shoreline
who are sheltering
like all of us
the queen of love.
Father came alive suddenly
in the tenderness of the Iliad
like all flesh he had to be
humbled in the end

Bibi

Arrogance in the blood
is abandoned here when
the view from the heart
into higher dimensions
becomes the vision
beyond dual perspectives:
you too had your heroic
moment of the thunderbolt

Bibi

On the mission to Ben Gurion
International, as Lod became
long before Entebbe
when you shone, until
you became the first
heroic light to be eclipsed
as Paris by Hector, as
the moon by the sun, by me

Bibi

If I who died
at the lightning-struck equator
on the concrete apron
of bloodstained Uganda
can quell my anger, find
the overview from above
you too, commando
can wipe out rage with love

Bibi

They were brave from
their side as we were from ours
though their hostages were
all civilians at Entebbe.
Bibi: in our genocidal
madness at Tantura we
also made freedom-fighters
into mass-murderers.

Bibi

Sleep, commando
now you are calmer
though gazing into yourself
as into a volcano;
sleep and remember
to be at peace when you wake
it is your own brother Yonatan
communicating with you

Bibi

Sleep and find tranquility
when you wake.
We were meant to be
prototypical global citizens
we were earning that distinction
through world-wandering
now you hold back
the mass-exit of apocalypse

Bibi

Make the fair and equal
settlement with Palestine
urged by Avi, Amos, Noam
Daniel, Ilan, Mordecai and Rambam
don’t give medieval
hardliners in city-squares
excuses to hang teenagers
from tower-cranes

Bibi

As cultural explorers
of diaspora we were crossing
frontiers between
nation-states, races, ideologies
now superhuman compassion
must come forward to rescue
peace-taken-hostage
in our times.

Bibi

Sleep easy now
tomorrow morning
at sunrise your heart
will open to Palestine.
It is Yoni, your brother
speaking from the nightside
commanding you to become
a peacemaker in Israel

Bibi

Facing backward after death
the regret of the soul:
a terrible experience
we encounter in dying.
Forces of materialism
have filled a great limbo
with many in denial
don’t follow to that place

Bibi

Love expressed by genius
the reason for everything.
Holy Israel could still
produce a paradigm from
scriptures, arts, philosophies
which long ago discovered
the consensual dialectic
against power.

Bibi

When you follow me
to this side of the world
leaving unexplored all
possibilities of peacemaking
family ties, romantic bonds
will mean nothing: here
demons wield torments
of rejected blessing

Bibi

To decline the peace-offering
of the Friend is to repent.
Complete, the transmission
of dream-given wisdom, brother
from the revelation of non-duality
you call heaven:
Baruch atah hashem
Eloykaynu.





 

 

The image: a replica of Fatman, the bomb detonated over Nagasaki

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