Winter in Her Blood - Gaza

Poison blackened veins like the roads through the grasses of NorthAmerica

It’s an old hand that carries the candle through the dark

Shaking and praying.

Winter in her blood

Panicked.

Confused

Desperation in the flicker of light on the whites of her eyes

Moaning, gasping, clutching a screwdriver franticly stabbing

It looks like Ms. America got into the pills again

She tripped on some errant talking points and broke her hip on Afghanistan

Heavy lies the crown.

We’re not the first and we won’t be the last