venture to guess X number

less of our fellow human beings
not that it ever did
but

life seems
especially meaningless
chaotic when surveyed
from the tail end
of a year such as this

sharp loss
seasoned with terror
at the close of the deadliest
year in our history

the horrible
the unnecessary
the senseless

death

“Colonizers write about flowers.
I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks
seconds before becoming daisies.
I want to be like those poets who care about the moon.
Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons.”
— Noor Hindi / “Fuck Your Lectures on Craft, My People Are Dying”