(i.m. Hassan Nabil Ahmed Nofal)
The search for shelter led you six feet deep – I imagine you playing football, wooden goal boxes, dusty hot ground. Spectators see: SHOT! The boy leaps into the wrong corner. Now his team must even up the score. Then: SHOT! The boy falls into the corner, motionless, blood spilling from under his body. The world, like spectators, stands disgraced by his grave. The only shelter for the dead are wooden boxes.
(Published in Turangalîla-Palestine, eds. John Ennis and David Mallaghan, Dairbhre, Sept. 2019)