My Brother Was Born Both Ally & Combatant

All voyeurism begins with surveillance ::

My brother’s voyage ends in the Galilee

          I dream of a wall across the Galilee ::

          Brother tunnels under & follows sunlight

a hot light eats his entire body

:: Like his warm gun ate his jacket’s lining

          His jacket’s lining was wool :: Dead sheep

          supposedly still living :: My brother does

live, supposedly, like his old state ::

He buys groceries in Nablus some weekends

          :: He buys groceries  for Nablus on weekends ::

          I hope this city begins where the state ends

that occupation ends where the state began ::

All voyeurism begins with surveillance