Haifa is burning:it is an obvious metaphor:for Godso loved the colonized,He sent us to hell withour oppressors; for Godso loved us smolderingHe birthed us unto an embertopography, holy & leakinglight; hardly a metaphor at all –
we were first settler; intruderwho dared dance on holy landas if it could ever be ours -then, we were terrorist; ofjealous stone & flaming tar;& now they paint us arsonistin our own home & we exile& we combustion, we flying rage& isn’t that headline- worthy?we trending & worth attentiononly in anger; where were your tears& hashtags when the fire spreadto the West Bank? when Gaza caught fireAgain? & in August? & in 2014? & in 2008?
?left to right from - reverse in read to hardest history isn’t ?repetition in digest to hardest history isn’t ?human when digest to hardest cremation isn’t
when a country commits suicidedo we mourn first the land or the bodiesensnared by its brief promise of home? yes,even cities get tired of waking -
sido said Haifa was a ceaselesssunset - light painting Mediterranean anythingbut crimson, pouring through palm trees like sandthrough naive fingers, unknowing of land’s
embrace; the first time I talked about depressionwith my parents, they said but you’re so happyhere – could not marvel the sight of their radianthome ablaze – i fear a horizon freeof crimson, I wanted to say, my depressionis a country who sets itself ablaze.
My people carry another sunrise on their backs;Bear the ashes of two diasporas on their backs;
Scapegoat of hellfire, stone shrapnel,& false Gods on their backs;
Of riot shield blockade; of night dousedin teargas & steel jaws, on their backs;
Moonlight, thick with arabic & whitePhosphorous, shines full on their backs;
A thousand flags, white & heavy,To eviscerate flesh off their backs;
To rebuild & smolder on; to build duskfrom dawn with a whole country on their backs;
To reteach living history & unlearn the unforgivingOf mouths & white lies on their backs;
Haifa burns & cries wolf, cries Palestine,Cries repentance on their backs;
Gaza burns & burns again & the silenceWeighs heavy on their backs;
The fire consumes – cyclical inheritance –The fire weighs heavy on their backs –