Context in a Broken Duplex (keep formatting)

“Tensions are escalating”. “Mow the grass down.”

               Stretch past pain to find poetry, the way home.

                Pen the past to find home. Write even the rain.

Israel, ghost nation, stains the orchards.

               Is rage enough to sustain a whole nation?

I dream of Palestine. Free, alive.

              Pull the line toward life, ask the dreamer:

Who gave the order, who profits from slaughter?

To make a border, make a slaughter.
                O history, O language, burst without love!

With love only, gauge the story—I said with

                 Love—listen from the river to the sea.

               People riven from homeland list in grief.

Ten sons ululating. Mothers in the grass.