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The Bloom of Dust

 

 

When smoke recedes

And silence is the survivor

A sudden void

The emptiness of grief

 

 

Light’s wound 

The night will not redeem

 

Tomorrow

            If such a thing can be

Shadows will grasp our slumber

In the endless noon

 

And memory

            a word of dust

 

 

            for all those who were murdered in Palestine