Ambush

Album cover art for "Ambush" by David Broza - דויד ברוזה

David Broza - דויד ברוזה - Rock, Israeli Music

Ambush

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Imagine this: we are spaced beside the road Like the five spikes of the red morning star That I can just see now in the east Or we are thin cracks in the bottom Of the blue porcelain cup my grandmother used To make me herb tea when i was sick, as a child I am sick now whithout you. This road Is the same road where years ago you herded Your father's useless cows. At dawn we expect An american convoy; and although i do not like The word ambush, it is the only one left In my vocabulary. I imagine how much They will be surprised. Remember we once Joked, that when we die we will go to America Well now i think we only return here Back to this island floating like smoke on the sea This warm wreckage, these repeating movements where The night is too long without you. It is your breath On my cheek, your touch, the dusty roadside Flowers i wanted to cover you with Only there was not time. Two nights ago I snuck into town to see that woman My friend, I am sorry but she loved Too many men, she tried too hard to Come between us; and when she called me by your name In the night, i should have broken her neck like a bird's The black night is so long it could be the wind The others are stationed around me and we Communicate in whistles. Tell me, my friend What you feel now. Whistle a soft song So i can forget the hour. Hold me once More in this world that has been measured In calibers, that is quattered by crosshairs And defined by what enters them Once more before i step onto the road In sunlight, you stolen automatic rifle In my hands

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Writers
  • Matthew Graham