letters to palestine
salute youth
martyrs
and the mantras
of concrete children
see them twist
midair
escaping snipers
and rubber bullets
fistfuls of stone
clenched between playground
scars and lifetime
sentences
their words compare
lucid visions
mightier than
the pull of earth’s
orbit
here,
the artist’s fate is
always,
prison
invoke
fieldnotes of a
catastrophe,
normalized
last time i checked,
there was nothing normal
about occupation
break the news
the same way we break
bread
fiercely
and urgently,
we are coming out of hiding
from the attic’s cell
upstairs
along with the archives
of our collective
memory.
– for my uncle, wallid al-hallis
lh
apr 2022
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