I go to Erez to remind myself that Gaza is now an angry ball of flames behind the wall.
I keep my eyes shut, fingers move on their own to
read the pocked sky in Braille.
The clouds are hot, so hot, they burn
I don’t know how many times I died on the way to this place, never arrived.
You call to say: the wounded die twice when ambulance hit,
You call to say: we cross the borders with our blood,
(this is, this is how)
The sky is full of Ether, look
(and this is, this is how, we set the siege on fire)