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you ask why with blankets and
refreshments we like tourists go
to parash hill overlooking gaza
and i confess i need angry
orange flames and plumes of
smoke black white and gray and
to see buildings collapse and
afterward study crimson photos
of corpses wrapped white
in sheets like those covering
my children when they struck

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