Northern Sinai - Autumn 1973
Now, after the War of the Day of Atonement,
The eyes of the lying dead warriors are still open
In the non-glorified battlefields.
They are lying now as big fallen sunflowers
In fields beaten by hot dry weather
When almost everything is fused and melted
As in an active volcano crater.
If they could only choose,
They would like to die soaked
In the shallow waters of the sea coast,
Or they would prefer to die dissolved
In the light of the dawn
And to hang their souls
On the walls of the palace of the night
When they would hear the waters
Licking the shores
In their voyage
Around the world.
The eyes of the lying dead warriors are still open
In the non-glorified battlefields.
They are lying now as big fallen sunflowers
In fields beaten by hot dry weather
When almost everything is fused and melted
As in an active volcano crater.
If they could only choose,
They would like to die soaked
In the shallow waters of the sea coast,
Or they would prefer to die dissolved
In the light of the dawn
And to hang their souls
On the walls of the palace of the night
When they would hear the waters
Licking the shores
In their voyage
Around the world.
Written by Moshe D. Shafrir-Stillman