Yonatan Ratosh
by Yonaton
Ratosh
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Lament
by Yonatan Ratosh
You did not suck at my mother's breasts,
brother,
nor did the same oil anoint us.
Only the grave
into which star after star falls
is one.
Each man was his own king
and did that which was right
in his own eyes.
And each man shall pay with his blood,
and each one shall perish
with his brothers,
for each one sets forth
on the brink
of oblivion
at the crossroads paved
with bones.
You did not suck at my mother’s breasts,
brother,
nor did the same death find us.
Only the distant crown
before which each head bows
is one.
Every man
and the fire of his anger,
every man
and the sword of judgment
he makes,
for in those days
every man was his own king.
You were the first of the first,
the first to set forth alone,
the first to spill
your blood,
the first to dig your grave
with you own hands,
the first
in those days
in which every man
was his own king.
And each man shall be inscribed
with his own blood,
and each one shall be gathered
to his ancestors,
for each one sets forth
on the brink of oblivion
to the call of t he shofarot the crossroads paved
with bones.
