We witness October in flames,
and every other month following,
is the same, the streets
we walk through a reminder
of who we are and what they will
never make of us…
human portraits in corners
we forget to look at or forget to reach…
pictures stuck on walls as if
they belong nowhere
a groom and bride forced to wed
anywhere but where they should,
and yet, we keep asking:
what victory blows candles out
what sea speaks of another sea

- Wall Against Our Breath, a poet of Palestine, by Natalie Handal