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Martin Herskovitz, Israel
At the bus stop he pointed at me in recognition
Came by and shook my hand, his silver- framed glasses askew.
Let me finish my say then you can speak, he said
May God bless you three blessings
That you join in the building of the third Temple,
That you live to see your children and grandchildren under the wedding canopy
That all your enemies be vanquished.
I am mentally ill
Please give me some money so I can go to Yehezkel's grocery
And buy some food. Which I did.
Some would dismiss this incident but I have not.
You see, my mother stood on the frozen muddied ground of Auschwitz,
Whose cursed soil petrified generations of lives
And I like to think that now God sends his peculiar messengers to bless me,
And resuscitate my soul.