for rafah
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.
