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As I passed all the Jews.
They were nodding
and swaying their heads.
Some had a small book in their hands
It was held open
and they pointed it
towards
what I thought was the east.
They did not even look at me
As I walked past.
With my small suitcase.
Then I remembered
The plane I had just passed.
It had a star of David on the side.
Maybe they were praying to the plane

.
Why is their god
so different to mine.

© Marc Carver, 2010

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