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Gaza.

I peer through to the last word

of the last sentence
of the last paragraph
of the last story
on the last page
of the most obscure website on the Internet.

Gaza.

Population - 2 million.

1 million are children.

Gaza.

Another planet! ...of refugees?

...blockaded by land,

by air and sea ...

for over a decade?

I peer through to the conclusion

of every observer
of each fact-finding mission
cross-checked by every expert
on each committee
of every human rights organization that matters.

Gaza.

“Unlivable”

“96% of drinking water

not fit for human

consumption.”

"I've never seen

such massive destruction

ever

before."

I peer through to the last echo

of the last cry
on the last shock-wave
of the last bomb
to incinerate
the most repetitively shell shocked child in
  existence.

And the bombs fall on the planet of Gaza - raining like bullets - tearing through the flesh of those most helpless. A building, a limb - a difference of tone. A hole is a hole - rubble is rubble -

blood doesn't exist

and terror is a bad word.

Gaza.

Another day and another comet plows into another planet in a universe far far away. Not a theory. True. Mirthless. Not poetry.

Something has to give?

   I peer through to the   last word
of the last sentence
of the last paragraph
of the last story
on the last page
of the most obscure website on the Internet.
       

Gaza.

A movement awakens. Demonstrations - “Fully peaceful”. A reverberation begins. People - “trying to breach” their “prison” gate, their “ghetto” wall, their “concentration camp” fence.

There is a crack in everything!

I peer through to the last demonstrator

of every march
on the last day
of every week
calling,
for any help,
from any one,
in any place,
on any planet,
in any galaxy,
of any universe beyond the fence.

Gaza.

The snipers aim. The bullets fly. A physics of fury.

40+ dead.

3000, 4000, 5000, .... 8000 plus injured.

Injuries. Purposeful. Devastating by design. No assassin has even been scratched. Trends indicate extreme massacre likely.

I peer through to every last whisper

of every last discussion
on every last corner
of every last street
and every last room
and every last closet of the city in which I

live.

Nothing. Silence. Dark Matter.

Conclusion: The earth is flat. It’s all I see. Nothing else. Just flat. The earth is flat I tell you. – And still... Somehow... I hear a sound from that orb so far away.

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