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Letter to Arafat

In the rebuilt café where the bride exploded with the glass, we order cappuccino to sip with our cigarettes. Across the invisible line, only Arabic coffee. In Gaza they make rockets from lead pipe and nails. We say animals. Is a body worth a body? What if it has wept in the rain? Whispered the ninety-nine names of God and claimed one for itself. In the first light. Before morning.

Credit


Copyright © 2011 by Elana Bell. Used by permission of the author.

Author


Elana Bell

The grandchild of Holocaust survivors, Elana Bell was selected by Fanny Howe to receive the 2011 Walt Whitman Award for her manuscript Eyes, Stones

Date Published: 2011-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/letter-arafat