Report From Gaza

Here in Gaza, the sunset is spectacular, like a slow celestial release, the sun forfeits its foreboding presence, eclipsed by the arrows of fire, raining down from missiles and drones. Here in Gaza, no one cares if you're a foreigner, Israeli bombs treat everyone equally. There's fortune to be made in this land, if you're a bomb producer and don't mind the disgusting scenes of human degradation. Hamas was the primer, but sooner or later the lead had to blow off. Here in Gaza, you can fathom the day when calm will return and dogs of war will not sniff you out, vibrant as a dream. Eventually they'll restore electricity and the street signs will adorn the charred neighborhoods. Here in Gaza the hospitals are bombed first and then they fish for evidence to prove their atrocities. Law of war mean nothing. Here in Gaza, hope and fear mix like acid and water, in toxic negativity to occupation.