Saturday, January 3, 2009

elegy for a misbegotten truce in Gaza

they say revenge is seasonal
but
this day

I watch a parade of souls
file past my mind
each one holding another's face
in his own dead hands

they are not separated
in their geographies
- these souls -

all cellular constellations
ideological discrepancies
pigmentations of skin
the outlines of an eyelid or lips--

gone

who
was right or first
least worthy
most oppressed--
who
was chosen
or cursed--

gone

there is no better season
for grief
but this day

as I watch the silhouettes of souls
moving through my mind
using a word
they barely knew in life:

enough

Mikele Rauch, American
Boston, Massachusetts

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