translated by Robert Zaller

Every day they came up

the dusty road with the Judas tree

and knocked at the gate

Tomorrow, the guard said

shifting his bayonet

they picked camomile blossoms

and baked laganah

Tomorrow, the guard said

a day came

that was no different from any other

with neither more hope nor less

Today, the guard said

and put into their hands

a bundle of bloody rags