Palestinian Martyrs

a poem about Palestinian grief and regrets

The martyr visited me in a dream

His grandfather behind him 

The child asked me if he was buried with his heart 

Or was it lost with the legs he barely got to use 

His grandfather asked

If they ever got to use the key he brought from Haifa 

Or was it stolen with his hopes in Gaza 

To both I only delivered disappointment  

Until the next night when I hope to have different answers