Mohammed Moussa

He said he would be interested.

to publish your work.

So if it wasn't for Scotland and for Scottish poets and publishers, I wouldn't be here in Scotland.

Yeah, I mean, I owe a lot.

Could you read one more poem?

Since we talk about poetry in the times of genocide, I would love to read a poem about writing poetry in times of genocide.

To write poetry on genocide.

To write poetry about a genocide, one must engage in dialogue with their cold body twice a day.

read the tongue of a flaming cities at noon when death is loud peel off the layers of amputated meanings before sunset when the distant angels are yet to arrive and pick out the unseen sorrow in the quietude of mothers twilling in graveyards

on Thursday evenings.

One must step on their poem twice a day and soak their poems in the blood that stains the hospital tiles.

One must tread over the grave daily to write poetry about a genocide.

Yeah, thank you.

The remains.

What remains of Gaza?

To remember, to grieve, to love.

It is no longer possible to hold back the tears.

Death is standing in the corner, naked in my home.

My heart has become a windowless room since they left.

I want to run to heaven with my bare feet, my bare face, and my collected wounds, where no one will ask me where I come from.