The first in a series of poems written during the 08/09 assault on Gaza.

GAZA: by Suheir Hammad.

A great miracle happened here
a festival of lights
a casting of lead upon children
an army feasting on epiphany

I know nothing under the sun over the wall no one mentions
some must die wrapped in floral petroleum blanket
no coverage

I have come to every day Armageddon
a ladder left unattended
six candles burn down a house
a horse tied to smoke
some must die to send a signal

Flat line scream live stream river a memory longer than life spans
the living want to die in their country

No open doors no open seas no open
hands full of heart five daughters wrapped in white

Each day jihad
each day faith over fear
each day a mirror of fire
the living want to die with their families

The girl loses limbs her brother gathers arms
some must die for not dying

Children on hospital floor mother beside
them the father in shock this is my family
I have failed them this is my family I did
not raise their heads I have buried them
my family what will I do now my family is bread
one fish one people cut into pieces

There is a thirst thefts life
there is a hunger a winter within winter

Some must die to bring salvation
i have come to end times always present

The woman lost parents her children and screams
my sister I have lost my sister I want to die
my sister's eyes were honey her voice mine
I can't face this only god only god my sister

Medics killed schools hit convoys bombed
the injured are dying the dead are buried in three
hours the people pray together and curse the people
mourn loud and quiet always too loud not enough

Some must die because they are the vicinity
some must die because it was written

No army does not apologize has never
apologized authority chases paper assembly
occupation settles deeper

A great miracle here
the living are dying and the dying living

A festival of lights
a strip a land a blaze
the sea a mirror of fire

A casting of lead upon children
their heads roll off their shoulders into streets
their tops spin in hands

An army feasting on epiphany
driving future into history
carrying torches into women...

Song: John's Walk
By: Jamin Winans
Off the 'Ink' Soundtrack

Original video of Suheir Hammad can be found at: www.youtube.com/Palfest

Dedicated to the people of GAZA. -Mind