Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CXL: "a maze of makeshift tents"
pause between fireballs ...
a boy wanders through a maze
of makeshift tents
FYI: I combined entries, CXXXVI, CXXVIII, CXXVII and CXXXVIII of Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words into the following latest entry:
Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CXXXIX: "in/humanity
In/Humanity
in smoky twilight
one evacuation order
after another ...
death upon death while the world
looks on but doesn't see
piles of rubble
cracked stoves, bottles, dusty trash heaps ...
all the way to the sea
the camera moves along
until it meets a girl's blank stare
the veil-thin line
between the living and the dead
each raindrop
and every US-made bomb
falls on rows of ripped tents
laying his beard
on his slain granddaughter's cheek
he strokes her hair
hugs and kisses her again ...
this Gazan doesn't cry, but I do
Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CXLI: "a pile of rubble"
the crescent moon
a Gazan atop a pile
of rubble
Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CXLII: "blood stained wooden Jesus"
inspired by Rev. Dr. Munther Isaac's Christmas sermon: “Christ is Still in the Rubble”
Christmas Eve
blood stained wooden Jesus
in Gaza's rubble
