graphic by kayleigh woltal
moon
you have no hands but
ours to wrap in sparkling
chain bracelets to plunge
into duct-taped pipe & lock
with carabiners to the rebar
within in front of lockheed
martin raytheon elbeit textron
moon
you have no voice but our thousands
hundreds of thousands millions dancing
long live the intifada / intifada / intifada
in new york city washington dc
we are the intifada / intifada / intifada
young men beautiful black hair i will say this
again dancing around the corner in front of
the or a white house
we are the revolution / revolution / revolution
moon
you have no eyes but ours to watch
in horror one month of genocide run
like the red sea into six months of genocide
we have tried everything
we will invent a new everything
and try that next i have not forgotten your eyes
that have been bombed so that we might forget them
we call them martyrs we try to breathe deeper
to keep reading lists of names we sleep deeper
to rest more in less time we cannot stop
seeing you cannot stop seeing that we have not
done enough
moon
you have no hearts but ours to give hope and shame
in the time of genocide bread and puppets asks
who we are we are cowards we are not soldiers will
never be soldiers we are beautiful cowards we are not
beautiful alone we are trying to break our hearts
make weapons from the shards we are attempting to
remove the sinew that binds this body together we are rocks
on the ground stirred by the crowd we are eggs with
uncertain trajectories
moon
we have no hope but in your fullness