SERMON ON THE MOUND
He lay there, a figurine
glistening in gold
Arms stretched wide—
suffering
Nestled on a chain
in-between two mounds,
Listening
to her heartbeat
Warmed
by her breath
So close to the source of milk
on tanned bosoms
His rose—
I can understand
his anguish
Surrounded by such
tenderness
Resting on so much
beauty
— Abraham Menashe
© 2017