UP IN THE BLUE AIR

The distant sound of an airplane

above, gaining altitude,

reminds me at first

not of childhood dreams

of flying, nor of actual flights

that came, but of the airplanes

above Gaza and Lebanon,

lives being stolen,

the indifference that allows it;

the glimmering metal high

in the blue reminds me

even of the Australian Foreign Minister

last week praising Israel

as an "ally and a friend"

against a background of bombed cities

and towns spreading as a wastelands

of destruction. Perhaps

that plane flies to a Levantine 

destination near the cities and towns

being bombed with its cargo

of people sharing the air

with pilots with cargoes of missiles

and bombs, death from above

to drop on cowering civilians

because Israel is raised above all

morality, all the once important

laws of humankind, separate

from them like the white 

half-sphere of the Moon,

hanging in the blue hollow,

is from the Earth.

26.05.2026