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