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Thursday, 16 May. 2024
 
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The Palestinian Initiatives for The Promotoion of Global Dialogue and Democracy
 
 
 

Every thing

You ever paid for you ever worked on you ever received

Every thing

You ever gave away you ever held on to you ever forgot about

Every single thing is one of every single thing and all things are gone

Every thing i can think to do to say i feel is buoyant

Every thing is below water every thing is eroding every thing is hungry

There is no thing to eat there is water every where and there is no thing clean to drink

The children aren’t talking

The nurses have stopped believing anyone is coming for us

The parish fire chief will never again tell anyone that help is coming

Now is the time of rags now is the indigo of loss now is the need for cavalry

New Orleans i fell in love with your fine ass poor boys sweating frying catfish blackened life thick women glossy seasoning bourbon Indians beads grit history of races and losers who still won

New Orleans i dreamt of living lush within your shuttered eyes a closet of yellow dresses a breeze on my neck writing poems for do right men and a daughter of refugees

I have known of displacement and the tides pulling every thing that could not be carried within and some of that too

A Jamaican man sings those who can afford to run will run what about those who can’t they will have to stay

End of the month tropical depression turned storm

Someone whose beloved has drowned knows what water can do what water will do to once animated things

A New Orleans man pleads we have to steal from each other to eat another gun in hand says we will protect what we have what belongs to us

I have known of fleeing desperate with children on hips in arms on backs of house keys strung on necks of water weighed shoes disintegrated official papers leases certificates births deaths taxes

I have known of high ways which lead nowhere of aches in teeth in heads in hands tied

I have known of women raped by strangers by neighbors of a hunger in human

I have known of promises to return to where you come from but first any bus going any where

Tonight the Tigris and the Mississippi moan for each other as sisters

Full of unnatural things flooded with predators and prayers

All language bankrupt

How long before hope begins to eat itself? how many flags must be waved? when does a man let go of his wife’s hand in order to hold his child?

Who says this is not the America they know?

What America do they know?

Were the poor people so poor they could not be seen?

Were the black people so many they could not be counted?

This is not a charge this is a conviction

If death levels us all then life plays favorites

And life it seems is constructed of budgets contracts deployments of wards and automobiles of superstition and tourism and gasoline but mostly insurance

And insurance it seems is only bought and only with what cannot be carried within and some of that too

A city of slave bricked streets a city of chapel rooms a city of haints

A crescent city

Where will the jazz funeral be held?

When will the children talk?

Tonight it is the dead and dying who are left and those who would rather not promise themselves they will return

They will be there after everything is gone and when the saints come marching like spring to save us all

 
 
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