Sachbee (My Friend) Poem by shimon weinroth

Muhamad Chasin was here today.
sachbee of thirty five years and more,
he brought sweet cakes
to chase the evil eye

butchers had their way
peace is no bargain today,
meat and flesh too precious
the price too high,

are we so fickle
to be starved by forget

guts and pieces barely pickled
no more white washed brains,
piffled, pithed and picked,

revenge drips on the mind
nourishing evil thoughts,
pinches, fleshy sentiments of forgive
shouting and massing,
before the gates of reason,

my mind lies in the gutter
guts all spilled out,
steaming stinking doubt,

he brought sweet cakes and said
erase their names from history