Witnessing

When I see the word Palestine

When I hear the place Gaza 

I want to sleep 

I cannot rest but I want to sleep 

It is fitful I thrash 

My breathing is shallow and hoarse

My feet are cold my head is hot 

My skin crawls tickled by the sweat of my worry

I close my eyes and tumble in darkness

I see black and red and brown and grey 

Falling like concrete shattered into sand and dust

I am awake and I cry to dream