Rage: a poem in remembrance of the October 7 Massacre
Rage
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
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