Among the honeysuckle, darkness strips off
its white veil and joins the apes
(the only ones who by night sleep entwined).
In the turnings of the road it places scarecrows
who wink their dead eyes at those who dare to roam
the black ground.

He who falls will never rise, he who falls will not leave
will not find breaches in the dark
warm mouths blowing from hot to cold oblivion
he who is lost
will not smoke in the morning at the foot of the hill

because he who becomes afraid, will be torn, shred
by shred
in a garden that cannot be stopped

—translated from Hebrew by Amalyz Ziv and the author

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