by Summer Farah
On April 11th, 2019, Israel sends a space probe to the moon. It explodes on impact.
BORN of Holy Space, she is sister
to stone. knows each smooth defense
littering occupied Ground. Holy
Ground. she whispers stories of how we built
our homes / laying stone gentle atop one another
dabke hard on soil
sending stories of how children see if stones,
too, float in the dead sea.
israel sends a space probe to the moon & it explodes on impact.
LISTEN. the moon is pro-Palestine.
moon remembers when she was part of the earth / remembers when land was one / craters filled with water waiting to be named holy / a people knowing what it always was, tending to orchards with twisted roots older than sea level / sung prayers tucked into breakfasts of bread and cheese / throats uneroded / calling on our daughters / ya ‘amar ya ‘amar ya banat al ‘amar / asking of us beauty / strength
holy earth sends stories of children / gripping rocks so hard their life lines become granite rings.
Children scratching at empire / criminalized. what is a blemish to an empire? man-made death machines plummet into the surface of the moon / scratch for conquest.
o holy Ground. those who separated us will not be forgiven.
there is no blemish to her light. in eulogy of the Children who have joined the stars
she fights back
Summer Farah is a Palestinian American poet and editor. She is the outreach coordinator for the Radius of Arab American Writers and co-writes the newsletter Letters to Summer. Her work has been published in Mizna, LitHub, Vagabond City Lit, and other places. You can follow her @summabis on Twitter.