Human kind cannot bear very much reality.

(T. S. Eliot, Burnt Norton, 1941).

There is no rubble.
There are no more fumes.
There has been no trouble.
There are no airless tombs.

There has never been a war.
No bombs on that house.
What are you crying for?
What’d you want to denounce?

There are no Palestinians.
There are no Palestinians.
There are no Palestinians.

There’s never been a bomb.
There’s never been a fire.
There is only that song,
That lifts my spirit higher.

You are not yet dead.
You are still alive.
I live awake in bed
Dreaming of your eyes.

There are no Palestinians.
There are no Palestinians.
There are no Palestinians.

– 25 December 2024.