For Palestine

When I was 12 hours old the world came to an end. Missiles flew through the air, reciprocity reigned. We were atomically cleansed from the earth. We the people of respiration  , millions of hearts pumping, lungs heaving , the end hung above us , a punctuation, an apostrophe , an exclamation, apocalyptic catastrophe.

In truth it didn’t end , steady hands stayed the course. Today those hands rain fire, down on 12 hour olds. Full stops to respiration , lungs punctured , hearts stop pumping. The world is again coming to an end. My hands are shaking and all I can do is write.