Sleeplessness

 


 

And the tug, tug, tug

at my ribs...

I turn memories into poetry

that otherwise would be 

too much to bear,

too sad to tell.

 

And the pummelling

of the iron fists,

the razor-sharp shrapnel blaze

How will we all survive the assault of Israel

The assault on Israel

The assault by Israel

 

Our personal drama is nothing

if you compare

 

Can you hear the human howling?

Can you see the blaze?

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