No place for love
“The child was declared dead at Gaza’s Shifa hospital, and the health ministry said she suffocated after inhaling tear gas.” Financial Times.
At any turning of any year
we confront an unholy nexus of fear,
solstice, equinox; apex or nadir.
We must ride a crest of darkness,
accept a drunkard’s kiss
as the sun squats toad-like on the far horizon.