Mossad, Zartoshi, Zionist, Ma...

the guests' plunging their teeth against chalices

the slaves pour poison breathing heavy, quick - mix

light the stars last seen evening, velvet canvas thrown on the ground -audiences crickets, ants, friends

sweat running with a chilled dagger from ancient decanters.
 

Their smiles from East to West and back trampling the tulips and breaking open the lies - cool, frigid chalice

With their aprons stretched out held in the corner of their mouths
they demand  souls from the depths for offering aching heart, loved, lost, loved, living in memories

breathing heavy, open the door pull back the curtain to light the candle - eyes heavy

death with ease.
 The dead are laid with red tulips, even jasmine to her cover the decanter

upon far off shelves of history - to the right of betrayal, next to deceit

in the living  chests.
 

Around the lush table, break the shabbas bread to offer in my shabbat

we stare at the bloodless faces, jasmine, tulips embracing