Frightened
children piled on mule-driven cart
looking
into camera.
In
color.
Memories
of black-and-white great-grandparents
That
mule. That cart. That look.
grandchildren
on elders’ journey.
Gaza.
Hard
G over that rhrholled Arabic
From A to Z and back Again -
the strip that never heals
From A to Z and back Again -
the strip that never heals
Clamped,
cramped
hardness,
hardship
Tunnels
with no light.
Tighter
and tighter.
No
exit.
Nakba, ongoing neverending
infra-red
dead, grainy nosehead video, artful New York Times picture.
Cold
numbers.
Invisible
to the soul, the hole of our identity.
Mowing-the-lawn
massacre. 100-0 Senate support.
Even
Saddam Hussein and the North Koreans never got those numbers.
P.S.
No
need to talk about Gaza,
(btw,
it's not our fault).
Can we ever forgive them for making us kill them
Can we ever forgive them for being killed by us
Can we ever
Can we ever forgive them for making us kill them
Can we ever forgive them for being killed by us
Can we ever
Stop.