Type: Poem

“A thousand funerals in / one day    a shortage of diggers / an excess of graves.”

“I will breathe through tears. / I will swallow pride. / I will bite my tongue. I will offer love…”

“What about the kids in war, my nieces ask? / They hide, the eldest says.”

“Once upon the time / last weekend, something changed the composition of my body, / my memories, / and the way that I breathe.”

“I find peace in the world /not in running away from it.”

“Two weeks / have passed / since rockets / split the skies, / and invaders / split our hearts.”

“I pray for a swift end to this unwanted war.”

“We are all mourners now / Needing, wanting, giving comfort / For ourselves…” For each other.”

“We are in mourning; / our people are in mourning; / collectively we are sitting shiva.”