The Fabulous Bakr Boys

I will never forget that day
when they went hunting for shells
and we found a loss that echoed
right across to the west. 

Hunting among the 
     razor clams,
           razored cans,
                razor wire,

picking their path
     though the foaming,
          beach combing
               all along the edge,

then flinching,
     a firework flash,
          or a sparkling smash
                 with concussion that crushes,

then floating,
     new flotsam
          flowing
               into their red.

I will never forget that day
when the shells were shot
and the sea was a sniper
scoping the sons of the Strip.

Israel continues to commit atrocities against Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza Strip.