Amidst the rubble and confusion
a child's hand clutching a toy.
The hand's arm twisted grotesquely
around a dead young woman.
Was it the hand's mother
to which the infant body clung?
Sans hands, sans eyes, sans-
You did your job smart bomb but,
after the first death there is no other.
(In memoriam the children of Gaza/* Grateful thanks to Dylan Thomas)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem