For Gaza
Something from the blood the way Y
Or X shapes and shifts as if above
The body is a cartography for all
Who is not other. Who will be the one to
Turn away or be the one to look
And bear witness for the body on
The ground, torn apart—inocencia
Lying without its arms. Or its head. As
The wolves raise their snouts. If
I were there I too would be nothing
But inside my body is a bearing were
One to arise. To say this is happening,
Without dismissive gestures to the dead which
Have no voice, not towards you turn. Your silence is
Un color como un ataud, of this no doubt is true.
*ataud - the color of a coffin
Something from the blood the way Y
Or X shapes and shifts as if above
The body is a cartography for all
Who is not other. Who will be the one to
Turn away or be the one to look
And bear witness for the body on
The ground, torn apart—inocencia
Lying without its arms. Or its head. As
The wolves raise their snouts. If
I were there I too would be nothing
But inside my body is a bearing were
One to arise. To say this is happening,
Without dismissive gestures to the dead which
Have no voice, not towards you turn. Your silence is
Un color como un ataud, of this no doubt is true.
*ataud - the color of a coffin
© Melanie Rae
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Sean Thomas Dougherty's most recent book is Death Prefers the Minor Keys. His awards include the James Hearst Prize from North American Review. He works as a Medtech and Caregiver for folks with traumatic brain injuries along the Great Lake Erie.
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