Isaac

Amir Gilboa

Towards morning the sun stalked within the forest
Together with me and father,
My right hand in his left.

Like lightning a knife flashes between the trees
And I so fear the terror of my eyes opposite the blood.
 on the leaves.

Father Father come quick and save Isaac
That no one may be missing at the noon meal.

It is I who am slaughtered, my son,
And already on the leaves my blood is bright
And father's voice was clogged off.
And his face is white.

And I wanted to cry, writhing not to believe if I could
And tearing my eyes.
And I awoke.

And my right hand was devoid of blood.