The Maw
Genocide is not simply historical; Genocide is not simply hypothetical; Genocide is not simply justified by “a right to defend oneself.”
Yet it is true that Genocide—dawning the fetid, rotting costume of eternal dominion & inevitable conclusion— hungers for a simple world.
Genocide expects people, dead & alive, to lay before its caustic maw, tenderized by the brutality of cops & soldiers, demoralized by the inaction of politicians, hypnotized by an elusive thread wound of guilt, victimhood & ethno-nationalism.
When & wherever it appears, Genocide presents a single option to anyone it touches, behind or at the hands of death: to become —like bloodless feed— simple.
The impossibility of one’s simplicity!
You are complex!
Complexity declared, embraced, nurtured, loved, & collectivized grows & shares.
Silenced, it burns & dispossesses…
How foul before the tongue of Genocide! How offensive before the colonial Zionist pallet!
“Antisemitic,” Bibi says of us daring to see Palestine for its complexity; to see ourselves for our complexity;
to unwind a 76 year old thread & find the plot to consume Palestine.