Dissonance

Dawn isn’t quite broken yet 
My timeline a jigsaw of transformation photographs 
Before and after of shrinking bodies 
Testimonials of calorie counting 
Trending tab is self-starvation as weight loss hack 
I move on to my Instagram stories 
Swipe through this automated gallery of nano films 
One holds my attention 
A little boy without a shirt; scrawny 
Ribs poke through skin; piercing 
White debris scattered over his head; residue from the airstrikes 
Veins pulsating tendrils; from neck to clavicle  
Hands clasp aluminium plate  
Plate turns gong 
Mouth turns blaring horn 
The bang interloping his screams in Arabic 
Closed caption flashes across the screen

“Open the border, we have no flour, we want to live, we want to eat, no food, there is no food here, open the crossings, it’s been more than 70 days, and I haven’t had bread, for the grace of God dear world, for the grace of god, we want to eat”

His voice a cacophonic song; amidst the rubble

Copyright © 2026 by Wana Udobang. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 12, 2026, by the Academy of American Poets.