But a dream-prayer clawing its way into corporeality
A curse cast to plunge the heads of every deathmaker onto the spikes as a reminder
A rebuke of the money-monger celebrities
who remain silently complicit as thousands of mothers let out
A guttural scream for the severed limbs & excavated hymns of the blessed children
A plea for justice
A song for peace
Sprouting from seed
“Bury Zionism under the rubble of my grief”
she says, as…
[the invocation eclipses into a tangible thing]
“The Nakba is over…”
Palestine is free
[the soft sun rises over Rafah]
ٱلْحَمْدُ لِلّٰهِ
“…alhamdulillah…”
From the river to the sea