Hagar

Yocheved Bat-Miriam

1941

Hanging her corals on the night she leaves
silent, possessing nothing.
A moon dives, a splash extinguished
in a wall of water.
Alone, just herself, the path
blown clean with white godhead
twists like a scrawled tattoo
trailing away from child and isolation.
—I won’t come back, my country,
like Sphinx at the sun’s door
I’ll stay here to face
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