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These trees don’t take comfort in less sky
these rocks don’t take comfort under foreigners’
these faces don’t take comfort but only
in the sun,
these hearts don’t take comfort except in justice.

This landscape is merciless like silence,
it hugs its fiery rocks tightly in its bosom
it hugs tightly in the sun its orphan olive trees
and grapevines,
it clenches its teeth. There is no water. Only light.
The road vanishes in light and the shadow of the fence wall
is made of steel.

Trees, rivers and voices turn to marble
in the sun’s whitewash.
The root stumbles on the marble. The dusty
The mule and the rock They all pant There is
no water.
They’ve all been thirsty. For years. They all
chew one bite of sky over their bitterness.

Their eyes are red for lack of sleep,
a deep wrinkle is wedged between…

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