gaza by Suheir Hammad

Sitting in the dark this afternoon in Gaza —  no electricity and no generator running.  Waiting for nightfall when the bombs and explosions are more terrifying.

I read several poems by a Palestinian poet, Suheir Hammad.  One touched me especially.  So I’m copying it here and hope that the poet doesn’t mind.  She must have been thinking about Israel’s Cast Lead Operation in ’08-’09 but her sentiments are so touching today given Israel’s assault.

صاروخ من طائرة اف 16 حسبي الله ونعم الوكيل
Hanan Qassem


a great miracle happened here

a festival of lights

a casting of lead upon children

an army feasting on epiphany

i know nothing under the sun over the wall no one mentions

some must die wrapped in floral petroleum blanket

no coverage

i have come to every day armageddon

a ladder left unattended

six candles burn down a house

a horse toed to smoke

some must die to send a signal

flat line scream live stream river a memory longer than life spans

the living want to die in their country

no open doors no open seas no open

hands full of heart five daughters wrapped in white

each day jihad

each day faith over fear

each day a mirror of fire

the living want to die with their families

the girl loses limbs her brother gathers arms

some must die for not dying

children on hospital floor mother beside

them the father in shock this is my family

i have failed them this is my family i did

not raise their heads i have buried them

my family what will i do now my family is bread

one fish one people cut into pieces

there is a thirst thefts life

there is a hunger a winter within winter

some must die to bring salvation

i have come to end times always present

the woman lost parents her children and screams

my sister i have lost my sister i want to die

my sister’s eyes were honey her voice mine

i can’t face this only god only god my sister

medics killed schools hit convoys bombed

the injured are dying the dead are buried in three

hours the people pray together and curse the people

mourn loud and quiet always too loud not enough

some must die because they are the vicinity

some must die because it was written

no army does not apologize has never

apologized authority chases paper assembly

occupation settles deeper

a great miracle here

the living are dying and the dying living

a festival of lights

a strip a land a blaze

the sea a mirror of fire

a casting of lead upon children

their heads roll off their shoulders into streets

their tops spin in hands

an army feasting on epiphany

driving future into history

carrying torches into women


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