Palestinian chains of fire, sinking heavier

They lament their walk with keys of homes no more there keys in bloody chains around all necks walking humanity lament.

Heavy the rain on eroded land no more scent on too distant memory building a wall how to enjoy when sunshine is underground sinking heavy the rain.

The day when Mahmoud Darwish died all the Palestinian pain flared in my cells how not to tear up the pain tearing myself when their expression was gone the day when Mahmoud Darwish died.

Going in pain to rest in pain going tomb in jail  ghostly scream heavier the black no glimpse of the added expressions  going in heavier black heavier sinking in pain still going depth of a mother gaze lamenting a closed window open wound bleeding in every day from memory onward marching on lives withering leaves in pain going.

When will they return \ returning to when \ lost selves their walking tombs irrelevant when \ wild flowers tossing tears I shiver their pain \ on breath memory of death\ to death in breath\ returning to when \ returning home no more there \ mothers awaiting kids no more there \ when of no more \ there I return to end yet no end to their pain returning to \ the right of returning.