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Poetry
INTIFADA
he just lies there in my head as if
it used to be his, staring up at sky
or a ceiling long gone
I'm shaking
my head very slowly because
if he notices me, the enemy,
he'll never let me stroke his arm
or say I'm sorry he's dead
- Jennie Feldman, Haifa, Israel
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