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Who Will He Look Like
Meron Isaacson
The time has come and the decision is ahead;
Who will child look like
Perhaps to a naughty boy within his skin
And one from whom strength erupts
The child also asks to decide himself
Looks at photographs of his parents before he was born
Looks over his entire body:
“Even before I was born
I took you upon myself
I have a body that has grown more”
A child who is similar, travels, parks, exchanges
“I choose for me a craving, I play in courtyards
I park with fear, I am fearful for Dad
He has voices hung upon him, before, before
I am always before”
Who does the child look like, now I am asking for a result
A type of border, a certain eye
A line to start and the side that has arrived

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