Wednesday, April 3
UNTITLED December 30, 2023 And a day goes by, and tanks, and the sky a festival of kids flying kites, and blood flowed behind a panting car. And a day goes by, and the planes, and the tent of the displaced makes a bet with time: winter is late. And a day goes by, and the snipers, and the market itself has no salt: so I said: No worries, the merchants have plenty of sadness. And a day goes by, and artillery, but my neighbor’s funeral passes along slowly, why rush at a time like this! And a day goes by, and the newscasts, and when evening came, it was a bit joyous to find us all there with none missing, except the house. (Nassar Rabah, translated from Arabic by Emna Zghal, Khaled al-Hilli, and Ammiel Alcalay for the Brooklyn Translation Collective)