November 22, 2024
I started reading Gaza-born poet Mosab Abu Toha's first book, Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear, last night. It has some striking things in it. The long lead-off poem, "Palestine A-Z," is wonderful. This shorter piece also struck me:
ON A STARLESS NIGHT
On a starless night,
I toss and turn.
The earth shakes, and
I fall out of bed.
I look out my window. The house
next door no longer
stands. It's lying like an old carpet
on the floor of the earth,
trampled by missiles, fat slippers
flying off legless feet.
I never knew my neighbors still had that small TV,
that the old painting still hung on their walls,
that their cat had kittens.