October 28, 2024 Poetry

rubble sun

rubble sun Artwork by DALL·E
 

Lineal
for the children & mothers in gaza



The babies  					the babies
covered in					young as
blood						roses
unopened					clamor for
their mothers				,a breast
in their clutch–				from which to drink	
whichever star remains		above-beneath, a humming
of machine				 	or dove

The mamas					the mamas
covered in					want,	
guts & dust–					don’t they
deserve						love
          		 better