My head is swimming, my heart Has dropped into the sea Burden-aching, weighted, Crushing the rest of me Under the lead of the day. I’m far, so far, so far from The immediate pains and The imminent dangers And my heart is crush. I grasp with my head, Swimming with news and Images of what went On, what is going on, fearful Of what will go on, and yet I do not grasp — it is all so Very simple, and very Confused. They — so many theys — Want to kill us, all the different Kinds of us we are: Zionists, non-Zionists, hard- Liners, peacenikim, folks who Just want to watch tv quietly, Scoffers and believers. They — so many theys — Want to kill us, regardless. Again.
Thank you for putting it into words that make sense.