Trauma In A Shelter
Fear steals in through
a crack beneath the iron shelter’s front door
Some curled up together tightly, ears alert to air raid siren
Some locked up in a space, fumbled if they dare to step out
Some cursed vehemently
and nonstop
Iron Dome:
“Ha- matzav-k*har*a
Rockets outside
Rain,
Pitter-patter
Song of Hamas victory."