Previously published in Der Forverts
© Copyright to Kathryn Hellerstein, 2003, all rights reserved.
Haifa, October 2001
Translated by Kathryn Hellerstein
For the Firefighters of Washington and New York
Night has winnowed the doorway of my home,
Clouded my eyes.
Only a tear remains in the corner of an eye.
I see myself standing, bowed over
Before a mountain of stones and ash,
It's the ash of the burnt angels.
They threw themselves into the inferno,
Their hands stretched out to the people
Upon the ash, I place a blossom—
I have nurtured it with the blood of my heart,
And I leave behind a tear—