Gaza
Created | Updated Jan 19, 2009
It moves
him to stumble
tears
sweat dust
slide down his cheeks
arms
around a slight
bundle
simply wrapped
in white
he
walks
unhurried past
the donkey
past
the last thorn bush
to the quiet
spot
where
his mattock
bit deep
lays
down
his burden
gently
kicks the dry dirt
over it