Poetry

Fumes or Fish

We were three with broken wings,
listening to the sighs
of unshaved paths.
We had three cotton hearts,
ignited by struck matches
slow to be consumed,
exhaling fumes
on the skies to pollute,
two woollen fish
crossing the sea of Galilee
to be sacrificed,
to be multiplied,
above the blossoming almond tree.

We wore the domino blocks:
betwixt the two spotty us
sat, in blank, the di-millenuim kid,
holding the five converting loaves of barley into wood.

We stayed, as the breaking of curse became entirely veiled
in our past pain and proud vice,
suffocating our eyes away from April’s bliss.

Estimation

Remember 'Que Sera Sera'
the song of surrender?
Remember how the tiny pieces of sugar
that fell on floor instead of diluting in boiling water
yielded to the colonizers invading your territory,
searching for profit, though you tried poisonous products,
but always admired the ants' intelligence?
Remember how you declared war on dirt
gripping the trunk of your vacuum cleaner
annoying sleepers with techno-trumpet?

It is true you have tried your best
to clear up your way, to be brilliant
as a non-stop warrior-ant,
as a looked up to model, an elephant.
Yes, for you, their significance is 'intelligent'.
But remember that the symbols are different.

Alia’a Kawalit