Under Heaven

Time to rearrange heaven

or what goes under it.

The tired trade of talking

zigzags like a serrated blade.

December of the lost arm,

April in jail. Air raids.

Mosques lost in 48.

Temples where refugees pray.

Cease-fire and uprisings

are parallel refrains.

Accurate weapons

yield accurate pain.

Every settlement sprawls

sideways, deserts are soul-shaped.