SNAKESKIN

 

The snake sloughs its skin
to the sound of summer flutes,
facing a sun breaking through naked iron wire
lead breakable by fire
oh, the stubborn
snake
sidewinding
tracks of death
on the desert's palm.

 
Translated from the Hebrew by Barbara Goldberg

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