Hand of War by Hosam Maarouf
Hand of War
Hosam Maarouf
Translated by Translated by Fady JoudahWe hold war’s hand,
not so that it walks among us,
but it is death,
a bit tardy, we cajole it.We hold war’s hand,
convinced that this is the last time
it waves catastrophe to us,
since the road is a futile wall,and the country is searching
for a photograph
of collective sorrow.
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This poem appeared in The Baffler: Poems From Palestine, 2021.
ABOUT HOSAM MAAROUF
Hosam Maarouf is a Palestinian poet and novelist from Gaza. His poetry collection Death Smells Like Glass was awarded the Mahmoud Darwish Museum prize in 2015. He also writes on literature for various Arabic newspapers. (Source)
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