tattoos of stars.

beneath the moon

constellations of words.

concuss: to hit unconscious

consound: to damn.

re: are you listening

where is there to go

when there is nowhere to go

when there is no one to collect

a seven-year-old’s body from the morgue

limbs charred & tiny calf burned

to the fine white moon of his bone.

ratt(l)ed trucks & donkey carts packed with refugees

whose legs hang over the sides.   no shoes.   no________

no________.   no________.

all eyes on rafah

re: protest as wave, as a propagation of disturbance

the urge to concuss to consound   with our words

when those who can say no   do not.

in the sky after sunset over rafah

flames obscure the asteroid Vesta

smoke veils a full silver moon

wails drown the music

of neptune saturn & mars

days go away    we remain

dead children become our stars.