I draw so you remember 
What happened in October
Of 2023
And November and December 
and January and February 
And on and on in 2024 and 2025
I draw because I’m still alive 

I stand where the stricken
Lie dead or dying in the rocks 
Once homes and hospitals 
I stand 
And I draw so you remember 

And should I lose my hands
I will still paint
The ravaged spaces that I see
I’ll paint them with my feet 
I’ll sit 
With my reds and greys amid 
Strewn limbs and death debris
A paintbrush in my toes 

And should I lose my legs 
One of them or both 
And if I can draw a breath 
I’ll still draw the faces 
Of the living and the dead 
I’ll etch them with my eyes 
Into the watching skies
 
I’ll engrave them in the heavens 
Where angels wait to greet 
All of me and mine 
We, the flowers of Palestine 

I’ll draw, I’ll paint, I’ll etch 
Until my dying breath 
So that you can always see
So that you don’t forget.