Its heart
Would be sky
The clouds what’s left
Of songs, if Gaza
Was a body it would
Be a family of sounds
Daily prayers
The call of mosques, also
The rude interruption of bombs
If Gaza was a body
It would pack up
Its streets and homes
Carry its love dones on its back
It would hold
Each stone from its gardens
In each of its palms to remember their warmth
And as a body it knows exhaustion
Deep joys as somany leaves
On what were once trees, it would
Remember its streets, the ones
Now gone, its hospitals and schools
Its love of mosques, its strawberries
And the sea, still sea, a body that will move
Even when it hurts, this body
That is Gaza has always
Known sea and what it
Carries and how it
Flows
And what it
Keeps
Of all it has
Seen