We presume affliction by census,
whereas light

requires no faith.
Is the roofless house a home? When you call
who answers? The vulture

spreads its wings
but remains on post. Shifting,
I note minute of angle, windage. No

regrets, only tension. Breathe in. Exhale.


“Gaza” first appeared in July, 2014, and is included in my chapbook, If Your Matter Could Reform.


47 thoughts on “Gaza

      • Inshaallah my dear. For if we look under our skin, we’re pretty much the same the world over. But people are only human and tend to be afraid of things they don’t understand, and that’s fueled by others who are greedy. All this ignorance and greed does is breed hatred, and so the world turns, and our memories are short, and history is written by the victors, but even those victories are lost within the collective human memory. So sad. And “it only being human” is no excuse, I believe. Hoe you have a good wknd! Peace

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  1. This brings me back to the summer of 2014, when I felt so completely helpless, angry, and really felt the need to write. I did a couple of poems on the subject. It was truly a dark time. I shut out all news probably for at least three weeks. I go through cycles like that. Sometimes, I just cannot stomach what we do to each other. .

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  2. *soft hug to poster, holds and dose not let go* Truly I long to hug you and I’ve been diagnosed as having high functioning autism…but this moved me, you move me…be kind to yourself…

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  3. Thank you for writing and sharing this poem, Bob. The subject is one of my hot buttons. I have several friends who are Palestinian, and one of them was born and raised in Gaza, which is aptly defined (but not by Israel) as the largest open-air prison in the world.

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  4. Robert, the word “Gaza” alone evokes such emotion, it can barely be contained or conveyed by a poem, let alone a short one. But in two lines, maybe three, “Is the roofless house a home? When you call who answers? The vulture spreads its wings…” you do capture something important, particularly in the use of the term “windage.”

    I wish there was more. But even more would not be enough, if you know what I mean.

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    • I hope to leave readers wanting more and needing to fill the spaces with their own resonances. To do otherwise would impose too much of my own intent. And I agree – more is often not enough. Thank you for your thoughtful comments, Gary. Always appreciated.

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  5. This epitomises our shortfalls as we let ourselves down time and again. We are a complex but dangerous creature. This short piece highlights some of the harsh and sorrowful events, and truly makes palpable the sense of loss and the tension you ended with.

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