Poetry: Say, Gaza
He is turned, slightly,
just a boy, in his own home.
Someone took a photograph
in the ruin of what was
his life. Black and white. Sharp
shadows. Light falls on what is not
exercising its own right of return;
picture a bad dream. His city. A fringe
clinging to the sea. A window open. No,
broken. At first, you don’t see it. You
don’t want to. You say “rubble.” But
there is a bomb in the bed.
The bed is broken by the bomb,
much bigger than the bed.
Don’t worry, no blood. But
there is a boy in the room
with the bomb in the bed.
The bed, a broken V, sunk
across the middle. Sheets rumpled,
not from sleeping.
The boy wonders where
will he sleep? When
will it explode?
His home, a fringe
clinging to the sea.
Linda Backiel is a criminal defense attorney living in San Juan, Puerto Rico.rolex day date m228206 0031 mens rolex calibre 2836 2813 silver tone
Feature image: Blockade of Gaza
Published on Monthly Review February 1,m 2022vape juice nikotinfri