Gaza
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.
Again.
***
“Gaza” first appeared here in July, 2014, and is included in my chapbook, If Your Matter Could Reform.
O at the Edges 
Wonderful write.
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Thank you very much!
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This… makes the poem for me as the reader, what a great setup here, Robert!
“Is the roofless house a home? When you call
who answers?”
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Thanks, Tre. I possess few answers, but boy do I have questions!
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Haha. I’ve a ton of questions myself. I’m certain you’re not alone. You’re most welcome.
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Again, again, and still. (K)
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It continues…
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Consider: but faith requires light.
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Ah, yes!
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Question, pro Palestine or not?
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Pro.
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👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👍🏽
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I side with the oppressed.
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