Song Of Palestine – Lamentation For Rafah
Lament for me upon the edge of Egypt.
In his own hand (his left) he takes up a stalk. “Your red heart I’ll pierce, after tearing through your chest!”
Across America on wiccan wings, riding ‘pon the heatwaves of fiddle-fire!
This design lies deep within our marrow; plays its pull upon our sinews still.
For all the world’s indigenous, we will fight for Palestine!
Immersed in purpose-penned poetry, I can not do else; cannot but cry emphatic.
The tears in the eye; on the cheek; in the palms; on the dress.