The jets, whose roars split
The Haifa skies
Are so dammed heavy; you
Can't even begin
To imagine. In fact,
They weigh
As much, as the sum
Of every world
They've had to destroy.
This is just the way with war:
Each rocket–
Every missile, grenade..
Even bullet
Carries unimaginable mass
And always,
No matter which side
They leave behind
A million black holes.
Now, don't get it twisted,
This isn't condemnation.
I know too well the importance of war.
But at the same time,
How can I possibly
Ignore the suck
Of all those black holes?
