October 28, 2024
Poetry
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