Angel In Palestine

Do you suppose you know
me after all this time?
I could be anyone; I could be you.

I slept with visions of Schindler
in my pre-memory until checkpoints
burgeoned in Palestine-Israel.

How is it
that we shapeshift
mercilessly?

What must have been you
eroded into my own stone self.

halcyon hall

you linger overlong
until the execution
of that brusque moment

when everything fails
yet you persist
in knowing it all

truly
your frailty
is hopelessly stalled

je ne suis pas charlie

timidity
stains your hands
a ghostly shade of clean