Crack thunder over head
flash crackle of lightning
nothing the gods said:

Stretch your words across the sky
illuminate the stark, skeletal
trees of a northern winter

Rumble roar-nothing-fled
echo, reverberate,
all around my desperate head,

Hidden clouds drop hail-rain
like frozen tears pelting down
on a world turning dead and lonely

With a clownish frown
on a world tumbling
down in Gaza city

Down, down the chances offered by the gods
the night sky wears a stlnking-frown,
a clown’s painted-on smile
and all around the killing fields,

A curve of white grease paint,
a mile wide, eight miles high,
definitely not heaven-sent,
splashed all across black sky
a chiaroscuro of exploding death

The moon offers no respite
from interminable bombings day & night
light suffuses right through
the clouds of concrete

Enter the tightness of a beating heart
saturated, now, as the storm subsides:
satiated with the blood and thunder
of a genocide

Infecting even these lonesome, English eyes
a lack of that mandatory fooling-disguise
which hides what is really always there
souls trapped in this thinnest of air.

 

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