Friday, March 28, 2025

Poetry: Ash

Published in 2024

 We are skidding off the map. 

We make a hole in the air

as we fall.

 

The air is stuffed with ash

each time an F-16 drops

its bombs on cemeteries. 

 

 

 

 

Mosab Abu Toha (1992- )
 

 

 

 

 

 


Toha, M. A. (2024) Forest of Noise. Ash 

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