In seven years, we’ve got a whole new body.
– Li-Young Lee, Breaking the Alabaster Jar
A European doctor on emergency duty in Gaza says
it’s like being bombed in a cage,
and I think of how it must seem
to those already hospitalized
with wounds that may never heal
to hear the wham and whistle
smash and screech of missiles,
the rumble of earth giving way underneath
as they lie immobilized
waiting for medicine.
Even the body of a patient lying quietly,
incarcerated, on life support,
generates three billion cells a minute.
In seven years, he could have a whole new body,
not as it was, but brimming with life.
Where is Joseph, whose dreams saved
both Egyptians and the brothers who betrayed him?
Water brims to the top of a tube and trembles there.