The Gaza War: A Poem
The Gaza War First the enemy dug under my heart and filled in my arteries with cement. My mind plays back the aerial footage, night-vision, my international center for compassion bombed into a billion bits of dust. Every day I erect protective edges. When the dust clears there is: A hole. And buried under the hole? Missiles. And buried under the missiles? Holes. My ears have been hit by two thousand missiles. The missile…