South Gaza
Flaw
Of pinwheel tails, of rent spires
Where ogres flash a sky-lane for
Earths to cast broken hairs
Deathless
On her limbless leap, thawed
At firestorm. Lumps. Monster
liege
In morbid walls of botanist skin
. . .
A world’s lone trophy at dusk?
This dusk
Her lips were split with missile
rubs,
An anthem’s bait upon her thirst,
yet
The pulsing skull of her would
Pardon?
Trailing a journalist’s morose
report from that region, the bombardments at various parts of Gaza have only
recalled to centre stage the sheer human gluttony for senility; the senile
repetitions of violence in the place of reconciling ties, plain war crimes in
the place of advancing ideology.
The recurrence sullies, as in the
headlong dive of entire humanity into indignity. It is so because when a people
– sentient beings as they are – are severed from the self-worth an immediate
environment is supposed to proffer, that same denial also permeates to the very
wider global human society it is intimately linked with. Albeit variant in
outlook and motive, that Palestinian grief is, in no way, dissimilar to the
spate of extremism we have whelming this country Nigeria on the precipice.
Somewhere in Rafah, after more
than twenty four hours of Isreali aerial attacks, at an average of five an
hour, the city’s morgues have had to place the bodies of the dead in cold
storage constructed for fruits and vegetables. Because cemeteries and funeral
processions are also being assuaged, people are afraid to bury their dead.
Photo Credit: I24News.
