topography

you like topography. 

and I ask you to look beyond some longitudes 

there are some irreversible contours you've never heard of.

For instance,

between the west bank and the gaza strip,

lies the bleeding chest of a woman whose house they intruded, 

faithful stains on her hijab,

some smashed skulls too 

tiny hope enclosed within the little walls they scaled, and

prayer mats layered with the dirt of their boots, 

no scrubbing would make the taffetta visible again

You like the world too, you say

But I long for Hereafter

muted voices, whispers, and screams of equal decibels

the only land that can ever be truly just.