Poetry: You Will Disappear Entirely

 ~for Gaza (with a line borrowed from Whitman) by Khadija Anderson there is/was a building now some rubble and char a red dust covered toy broken window staring through it were eyes brown or green a torn curtain flutters through the window a scarf flutters in the wind the frame used to be a frame now chaos a purposeful destruction becoming the future where you are gone the battle irrelevant time passes [...]