the whole earth
breaks on the shores of gaza
there are no predictions
only the spectrum of conditions
spanning death to life
always a choice
but not everyone’s
those who choose death are greedy
one, their own, is never enough
they have to see an enemy die first
even if they have to build one
two, a first last breath
at their hands
creates a fork within
you love it
and you learn to live with that
or it makes you sick
and you learn to live with regret
if it is ok for anyone at all
to set the date of death for anyone else
it is a free for all
everyone can find a reason
that’s why god forbade it
even for you—but here we are
graves and worse in every direction
a storm on the horizon
are we ready to wring the wisdom
from this terror?
i dream of children’s galaxy eyes
fat fingers reaching up to be held
i don’t ask them where they are from
i know the answer:
mothers
fathers
caves
dirt