Rage: a poem in remembrance of the October 7 Massacre


in remembrance of the October 7 massacre

It disturbs, this slanting light

yellow & rapturous

and once a part of promise.


Mocking now, and strange

these sighing palms

that stirred with expectation.


How like betrayal

the stillness of desert flowers

quiet, beautiful, unfaded.


I was not an alien here.

I was as one with the light

the palms, the cactus.


Why did the earth I loved

not cry out for me

as my life’s blood

was sought and taken?




          —Judith R. Robinson

About the Author
Judith R. Robinson is a visual artist, an editor, teacher, fiction writer and poet. She has been published in numerous magazines, newspapers and anthologies. She has taught and conducted workshops for the Pittsburgh Public Schools, Winchester- Thurston School and Allegheny Community College. She currently teaches poetry for Osher at Carnegie-Mellon University and the University of Pittsburgh.