Frail Envelope of Flesh
for the mothers and children of Gaza
Frail envelope of flesh,
lying cold on the surgeon’s table
with anguished eyes
like your mother’s eyes
and a heartbeat weak, unstable ...
Frail crucible of dust,
brief flower come to this—
your tiny hand
in your mother’s hand
for a last bewildered kiss ...
Brief mayfly of a child,
to live two artless years!
Now your mother’s lips
seal up your lips
from the Deluge of her tears ...
Originally published by The Lyric; translated into Arabic by Nizar Sartawi; translated into Italian by Mario Rigli
Copyright © Michael Burch | Year Posted 2019
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