Poem and photograph by Fargo Tbakhi.
when power decreed that body un-grievable,
everyone made mourning like a pet.
we filled apartments with chatter. we made heaven
our subtext. naseem his body draped
across the border fence. the tunnels under gaza
overflowed with the things we smuggled in (food,
bullets, fire, nothing) and out (music, bodies,
bullets, fire, elephants, poetry, nothing).
antigone her body draped inside the television.
anywhere’s a grave if you dig deep
enough. trying to make our voices
convincing enough
to sleep.
