Life is hard when there’s nothing left to believe in. It’s hard in Sderot. It’s very hard in Gaza. There is a price to hopelessness, Bibi. A blocked horizon. Closed-off consciousness. Life without hope exacts a heavy mental price. We will continue to raise another voice in the dwindling light, as we wait anxiously for the next bloody round, in which we’ll surely succeed at “finishing the job,” and do, as always, what we seem to do better than any other: “Jonathan/Jonathan,/a bit of blood,/just a bit more blood/to top off the honey.”
—Translated from the Hebrew by Avi Steinberg
