We hold war’s hand,
not so that it walks among us,
but it is death,
a bit tardy,
we cajole it.
We hold war’s hand,
convinced that this is the last time
it waves catastrophe to us,
since the road is a futile wall,
and the country is searching
for a photograph
of collective sorrow.
—Gaza
From Poems From Palestine
Hosam Maarouf, June 17, 2021
Cover image: Detail from a 1979 poster by Kamal Nicola | Palestine Poster Project Archives
Existence is a state of constant flux, as is what it means to be sacred
Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief,
You and I have spoken all these words / but for the way we have to go, words are no preparation
"I hope to God you will not ask me to go anywhere except my own country
In the heart of Gaza, where ancient stones whisper tales of endurance
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