Released from War-Jail into The Jail of War

I arrive in Tel Aviv just in time

For the siren deepbreathing leftover jail-

Zen I notice the woman scratch-

breathing whispering to the driver

to let her go, let me out, where is the nearest shelter

Europe sometime chuckles

Another man says maybe its a drill

And then a woman says no I heard

A boom

And in the back of the bus the two kids

Are still making out.

Right now, there are people

Burning. There are people

Burning. There are people

Burning.

We protest in a small

Huddle with limpid slogans

Stop it

Slogans of vertigo

We are falling

Sideways and there are people burning

accross the street they sing

the nation lives the nation lives

And kids my little sister’s age

Are being sent off

Burn and be burned

The way of the war.