Rubble everywhere
Inside the soul, inside stone
Souls, their soulless weight.
I add fresh water,
The chrysanthemums last
Wish I poured for Gazans.
The names are many
Written on limbs, sung, called out
Allah knows them all.
A world forgets, re-
members olives, bones, homes, kiss-
es, endless kisses!
Grief, never ending…
Not rain but a phosphorous
Burning, without rain.
Cardamom biscuits,
Tea, these offered to the guest
If he’s Death, bless him.