IN WRITERS SQUARE LAST SUNDAY

Perched on the Cathedral roof

the gulls suddenly scattered

when the loud roar went up

carried by a calm breeze through invisible lines of desperation and despair, that floated

above a sea of Palestinian and black flags –

for they know there is no food in dreams

principles or rights

so they fly off, away,

away to watch and wait for bombs to drop

later on gaza that day!