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
Up
Up
Up
I don’t know how many times I died on the way to this place, never arrived.
(this is)
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
Up
Up
Up
(and this is, this is how, we set the siege on fire)
