My Mount Moria
They took me to Moria
I took nothing with me,
Except for my dog tags and so on.
I crossed the war by storm
On the way to the mountain
Marching with heart pumping.
I only asked to write in thick blood:
“The order of the day shot me from ambush. They were strong. Yitzhak.”
I rushed to the altar like that son
But the ram that was brought beneath me was my brother Yosef
And I did not know whether they would agree to the exchange.
So I went down through the mines to the other side,
To another outpost.