On a Hilltop at the Nassar Farm (audio only)
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We ate labneh and bread in your tents When we had no water we drew it from your well Your camels carried the sand to build our houses you built them—your hands— Fig-tree prickly-pear human-flood You were the wasteland we made bloom
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Because we named the land in blood and ink and everything held by the land to our use we named— dirty with the name— because we bought this land when ash became sky and the smell of burning  
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