Your grave with its white headstone
is cool to my touch
as we both glow our true colors
in the warm twilight of Jerusalem.

I never knew you,
called up the day you were married at 18
to instead consumate your marriage with the earth.

She must have cried for you
as I do now,
a few tears wet my dark beard.

You fucking bastards!!!, I yell
wanting revenge,
return to reality.

I begin to say Kaddish for your soul,
wherever it may be.

I hope you don't mind if I read it from a book.
I don't say it very often.

Finally,
I place a pebble on your headstone,
wondering who placed the other nine.