Halt! Stop!
In shock!
Glued to the screen
you are witnessing
real-time genocide
cool blue images
of an ongoing
bloody reality TV show
set in a virtual space
called Gaza
where actual human reality
displaced
to a militarized
dematerialized zone
becomes inaccessible
like the factual open-air prison
that it is.
Powerless to change the script
of this imperial snuff film production
you might disconnect the flow
with your remote
or not.
You might haltingly
alternate
morally comforting
acts of support
with grief, guilt or cynicism
with the shame of imposed
voyeurism
and yet, and yet, and yet
still be able to stand
in lines of convergence
with the unfiltered light of dreamscapes
in search of truth
the truth of salt
of sea
of sand
of mirrors
the truth of yourself
stepping into a mirrored light
where you see your other selves
in Gaza
truly appearing
beyond the despair
of impossible seascape escape
where you follow them
rushing back and forth
to no safe place
shoes in shreds
shoveling rubble and ash
charred body parts
sliding into growing famine
into relentless air erasure
of anything that moves
erasure by remote control
by the darkly glaring
dehumanizing
obedient eyes of the storm
where you and they
are again
truly shouting
where you and they
have never been able to leave
where you and they are truly left
to die in tombs
from which you and they
will still
be displaced.