the shape of things when there is little light
New moon dimmed by flares
Shoes scatter on rubbled streets
Not one matching pair
1 Comment | tags: death, Gaza, Israel, poetry, shoe throwing, shoes, terrorist state, violence | posted in Bush legacy, Mga Tula / Poetry, Middle East, poetry, politics, Uncategorized
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