Gaza and the Reaper of Death (a poem)

Gaza and the Reaper of Death


The walls of the houses are full of darkness in Gaza, but still they tremble, those behind the walls know, at anytime, they may be woken, with moving shadows and sounds of echoes—war is at its door, across Gaza. All the young shake the dice of death, some old wolves will send the Israeli Army whatever they have left, and America will look cross-eyed: the Reaper of Death.

Note: taken from a previous poem by the author unpublished called “War’s Gate” No: 1321 (4-19-2006); reedited and revised 8-9-2010)