SERMON ON THE MOUND
Snuggled there, a figurine
glistening in gold
Arms stretched wide—
suffering
Nestled in-between
two mounds on a chain
Listening
to her heartbeat
Warmed
by her breath
Close to the source of milk
within her bosom
I understand
his anguish
Surrounded by such
tenderness
Resting on bare flesh
of a chaste maiden
— © Abraham Menashe