Tears quenched in the firebombed ghetto,
Evaporating on the singed cheekbone of a skeletal coastline.
Cries from the fledgling nest,
The hawk swooping down with outstretched talon.
Again and again, the angel of death1 passes over their home,
The lamb’s blood2 nowhere to be found.
Sh’ma Yisrael Adonai eloheinu3 –
Hear, oh Gaza,
The Lord our God,
The Lord is One.
Sanur, Bali
October 2018