The Belly of Moloch

a Poem for Palestine

After the Bombing

By Kristen Scott

And, the bombs keep coming

diving exploding dividing

 the moon with phosphorous

splaying children with flesh

eating burns –

Israeli attacks never stop

ripping apart  the   bodies  

searching for those

missing from  their latest head counts     

they check off schools, zoos, factories

now all cramped graveyards smelling

of dead flesh  and animals.

there are too many  Palestinians

to bury - - too many to count, 

will anyone be left standing?

will anyone remain to tell

the atrocities to their children’s

children.

What will be left of Palestine

salty tears   muffled

ancient cries of Hagar

mothers whose throats are raw

as wounds   crying for help

tired dry fists  that pound like

punching bags on the backs of Nations

Nations that will not turn around - -

their faces are towards Zionists

with handshakes      

money reading   

 “In God We Trust,”

while Palestine’s children burn

into their great melting pots

Into the belly of Moloch

Kristen Scott is a poet, journalist, and literary critic. She has published in Perigee Literary Magazine for the Arts and the San Diego Poetry Annual. She has also published articles in aljazeerah.info and around the world. Kristen is a regular contributor to Today's Alternative News. She may be reached at kristendscott@gmail.com