Where the olive groves wane, flesh rinds rain down at dawn,
Winds carry stories of loss and longing – another salaam is withdrawn.

Stunted bones wrapped in leather, bodies in tethers,
Crowd idling trucks in the vineyard - another Shalom is withdrawn.

The figs and the poppies have burned with the bodies.
Shabah and ramad fade, make way as their homes are withdrawn.

Seraphim bring hellfire, glass the grounds of
The prophets, smoke welcomes new settlers at dawn.