I’ll let you know when I’m dead
Since I haven’t heard from you in a while
Busy, as you are, with your newfound love
Riding high on your accomplishments
And your fat pockets
How can you forget that
I imagine you’re too busy to notice
Other
Me, well
Almost everything around
Is rubble bones and blood
I’ll be joining the pile soon
To be sure
Nourished in heaven with manna
Not available to collective me
Here while alive
I thought about calling you
To see how you are
I’m not the only one suffering
Everyone in their own way
Silent or otherwise
Bombs or no bombs
Food or no food
Love or no love
To be true
Because my heart is bigger than yours
And I can only feel
sorrow for your shallow
But can not justify
You your
Ignorant violence
So we live together
In silence
People all over the world are camping
That’s what you do in your tent, right?
People around the world
Are on vacation permanent
That’s what you’re in on vacation, right?
A tent.
When you want to get in touch with nature.
They destroyed everything.
Our homes
Our hospitals
Our place of prayer
Holy Places
They murdered our children
Our Children
My mother lies
In part, in parts
Most of her hot vapor sprayed
Against the wall
Updating paintings
Soaking into the soft cushions
I’m in a tent
On vacation
Plenty of food
Like “Victory”
It’s within reach
A few more meters
A few more deaths
You’re in a tent
You say to me
Rent-free
I should be happy
And quiet
For the privilege I endure
If we can produce enough tears
From the ocean that wells up inside of us
When we are overwhelmed by
Joy, Wonder, Sorrow, Loss, and Love
We can sell the sun-dried product
At Market
In our tiny village
When the People eat the brine
That poured out of us
They will feel the stories
Course through their capillaries
About the long road traveled
Reminding them of the convergence
Instructing them to hold the light
That brought them here
To tattoo the Tierra
With their blood seeping down to the river
And the smoke of their ritual fires touching the sky
Visible in the distance to influence
The clouds that rain inside
To cultivate the crops our lachrimae will eventually accentuate
In that dream you had
Last night
I was raven to your hawk
At first you were rock
In the talus puzzle
Later it seemed
You were a wave of wind
Atop the trees
Cascading along the ridge
Toward the infinite
Then that strange blue light
Bounced from the sun
Shone through
The one cloud in the sky
From which appeared your final form
In that dream you had
You beckoned me to partake
In our next fake
Royal joust in the sky
A game we engage
For the dream catchers
Passing by
On the way
To the great thing in their mind
Where everything plays
A fantasy
In an instant
That gravity was too busy playing god
Holding other people down
You fell skyward
Grabbing a few things on your way up
Your keffiyeh
Because you could still reach it
With the few witches’ burr
Attached from the last time
You wandered along the scree
In search of a talisman
To keep you grounded
That you would plant in a cloud
The dallah given you by father
So you would not have to sacrifice tradition
For all else you have given up up and away
One Blue Cistus flowering
From imbibing your child’s joyous tear
Wrung from the duct at hisan’s arrival
Just like you cried when she was born
Placed in your arms
And never let go
But you couldn’t reach the memory
As you fell skyward
Of whatever it was still in your heart
Stolen by time
Lost in love
Drifted apart