poem
Volume 21, Number 2

The Thirteenth Day.

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Rockets come from Lebanon now.
They reached Nahariya this morning.

*

I read dead soldiers’ names
hoping for ones I won’t recognize.
Still, they all sound familiar:
Rabinovitch, Robinson, Rosner.

*

The world calls for a ceasefire,
which is not quite peace,
which is not quite forgiveness.

*

They stop bombing now
for three hours a day
to deliver food in trucks.

Then they lock the gates
and resume bombing.

*

They and they and they.

Understand this:
they are both killers.


—Jonathan Dubow