Bus ride through the desert

On a bus
In the back
No more space
A man with a very worn face
Moves his bag from the cage
I can sit here and fall a sleep
He offered me chips
I’m too polite, he smiled and I smiled and we smiled and I said just in case
“Toda-Shukraan, Thanks”
That’s all I know
He said something
It was kind and I feel safe
I’m asleep

Guns drawn

On a bus
Heading to Be’er Sheva
Last seat, last row, center
Next stop, soldiers get on, sit in the isle
Armed to the teeth and sitting on the floor
Grenade launcher pointed at me, it’s not loaded right?
Bumpy, bumpy roads
No longer worried
This is normal now
Drink some water
Continue reading
Fall asleap
Wake up
Here

Meqdonald’s

Air siren moaning and screaming to hide
Kablammo! The bunker mall shakes
Everyone’s eerily calm and relaxed inside

I wonder what a kosher big Mac tastes like
I’m hungry, supersize, coke and fries

I came by train and I’ve got time to kill
Why not browse while the war’s outside

Bus 23 leaves in 30
I want twizzlers for the road ahead

All this bombing gets tiresome
Heading south on vacation

Connect to wifi and check the news
Today a missile landed in a school