Thursday, 29 January 2015

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.

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