Crazed, crazed for love, to love / thresholds oblivious and rabid for trade

“What is Beshara thinking as he sits on that public bench on Mar Elias Street, staring for hours at the void before him?”

Your departure’s no departure, / your return is no return

“I had no choice but to become an enemy of war. I fought it through writing—and by writing, I seek to survive.”

Coupled with her Tannie Sallie being ill, her mama and Elsie’s death and everything that had happened in this camp, her little mind was so sure that more cruelty would kill her.

Perhaps tomorrow I’ll come to a green / field,—and I’ll no longer be alone.

We should all take note of this: / that we are flesh and we die.