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Thank you for coming to my launching party
Hi School kids I am in your side
Can you stop please? I have a poem for you
The title of this poem is "The Corpse"
The eagle approaches the corpse
The falcon squints at the corpse
A serpent rustles to the corpse
It's a rainy day. Nevertheless,
a serpent crawls on its belly towards the mound
of the carcass. Out of his tongue rise venom and a yellow vapor
The eagle and the falcon fall onto the corpse
Their heads entwine like lace
The eagle pokes the falcon's belly
A brave ladybird rolls in the desert sand.
The serpent comes closer It can smell the corpse
As slippery as the future as elegant as an opinion
The faded centipede plots from the rock
as pale as paper! Its legs like an upside down Y
But-- I am the first to reach the corpse
I am the corpse I am the corpse
I am the corpse I am the corpse.
Aharon Shabtai, please come here
I will read the poem "Nectarine"
I love people so much that I love even
hatred itself as though it were a nectarine
I love life so much love it so much
that I love even death itself
as though it were a nectarine.
But I don't like nectarines
I don't have to be enamored of everything
I'm a simple man, with a slight limp
and a bruise on my nose
due to an incident with a mailbox.
I like soft fruits: pomelos, lychees,
canned pineapples. Grandma's mulberry tree
the one Moti Kerner and I used to climb
before he served in the Army
and went to study computers.
This is Aharon Shabtai, a friend and a poet
and a warrior. He will read "The Stapler"