i see nature
as an
old bride,
adorned by
what
wounds us
she does
not mourn
cyclic
  departures.

In my
deepest
slumber
i do
   prohibited
things
crawl
through
the soft
dark,
a thud
inside
your
organs
they
  begin to
squirm
i leave
no
language
just
presence
upon
awakening
a twitch
in the
thigh,
salt
on the
tongue,
heat
trapped
between
joints
somewhere,
you shift.
somewhere,
i remain.

In a world of heartache
And never ending suffering
We send heartfelt wishes to you
For the sick and suffering
So let us pray and we think about you
And may hope and love
Lead the way and with love
In our hearts we comply
Forever and always Palestine
We will never stop thinking
About you.