the borders of gaza

The Borders of Gaza

The Borders of Gaza

In breakfast eggs I crush ghost bones and beaks
and send in tongue-loads of unborn idea-chicks:

Limber lives made and unmade, thought and lost,
the twisted dead of daily holocausts.

Bland golden ovals, suns to fuel internal war,
as if either saved or wasted lives meant more.

Willed to eat without an appetite,
I hope vindictive deaths are right.

Thomas David Lisk

Thomas David Lisk’s poetry, fiction, essays, and journalism (news, reviews and features) have been widely published.  Recent work has appeared in LIT, Massachusetts Review, Hotel Amerika, and Lungfull! His published books include These Beautiful Limits (Parlor Press, 2006) and Tentative List (a) (Kitchen Press Chapbooks, 2008). He teaches literature and occasionally journalism at North Carolina State University.

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