Ceasefire in
Gaza, Snowy Night in Oslo
18–19 January 2009
We make angels in
the snow
and fill the whole
park with angels
that stand on each
other’s shoulders
for from snow are
we taken
and to snow shall
we return, floor upon floor
for people who
stare out
of building block
windows
in the seconds
before the alarm goes
They stumble in
the peeling corridors
and there are
reports of non-war
while the snow
embodies us
and the world
stands still
We ask ourselves
if truth
can be written
white on white
like the letters
of the word Peace
the words in the
sentence: I refuse to kill
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