Missing Mahmoud Darwish (1941-2008)

We saw you tear off your limbs
To pass through the narrow passage

Now you know…
Where birds fly after the last sky

What color is the last beat of a poet’s heart?

What word is it?

Is it the humble majesty of the Holy Sepulcher?
Or the lullaby of the Adan over Palestine?

What was that last contraction?
That sent ripples of love and grief across our earth

The last call from the Voice of Palestine.

You left us too soon, Mahmoud

You are so loved
You are so missed…

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