All night the army came up from Gilgal <br />To get to the killing field, and that's all. <br />In the ground, warf and woof, lay the dead. <br />I want to die in My own bed. <br />Like slits in a tank, their eyes were uncanny, <br />I'm always the few and they are the many. <br />I must answer. They can interrogate My head. <br />But I want to die in My own bed. <br /> <br />The sun stood still in Gibeon. Forever so, it's willing <br />to illuminate those waging battle and killing. <br />I may not see My wife when her blood is shed, <br />But I want to die in My own bed. <br /> <br />Samson, his strength in his long black hair, <br />My hair they sheared when they made me a hero <br />Perforce, and taught me to charge ahead. <br />I want to die in My own bed. <br /> <br />I saw you could live and furnish with grace <br />Even a lion's den, if you've no other place. <br />I don't even mind to die alone, to be dead, <br />But I want to die in My own bed. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated from the Hebrew by Barbara and Benjamin Harshav<br /><br />Yehuda Amichai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-want-to-die-in-my-own-bed/
