GAZA

Not a city, but the ghost of a city,
gutted and rubbled,
its blood-soaked weeds

wheezing life. Not citizens
abed the ruins, but their semblance,
more human than you or I

aghast from afar, feigning sleep
while our scabbed conscience
picks at its wounds.

Gaza lives the nightmare
We sun ourselves in the dream
Between nightmare

and dream…
where have the sleepless
fallen?

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