The Gaza Strip
It would be rather egotistical of me
to think I even mattered,
we all know timing is everything,
when you're dead things stay the same,
birds return for springtime,
tea for ten thousand women lamenting,
the crashing sounds of tanks in the West Bank, children being born, other children dying.
V-Day
Departing Miyjima port,
reaching Eba a few minutes after seven,
thinking about my wife, my son, my beautiful daughter, a clear blue sky on a beautiful day— the kind of morning that makes a man smile and thank God he is alive.
But suddenly the sky lights up,
and a cool wind turns dark,
a wave flashes across the sky,
and the heart of mankind suddenly
disappears …
into nothingness.