Gaza, Poetry Gaza, Mahmoud Alshaer, Poetry, Wiam El-Tamami By Mahmoud Alshaer Translated by Wiam El-Tamami I survived—came out of yesterday alive, carried out on the shoulders of the wind. Now I can cry—not to confess, but to clear the silence pent up in the throat, which preserves the shadows of sounds. Unshackle me from the time that circles my wrists. A new day breaks, knowing nothing of my history: how I spent half my life measuring the distance bombs leave behind in the soul.
