SERMON ON THE MOUND
He rests there, a figurine
glistening in gold
Arms stretched wide—
suffering
Nestled on a chain
in-between her two mounds,
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 the flesh
of a chaste maiden
— © Abraham Menashe