As always, I don’t know exactly how to review poetry but simply on a gut level this collection was dripping with sorrow and grief and anger and love for the land and people of Palestine. I also enjoyed Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear, many of his poems in that collection felt a bit more technical while this collection felt a lot more brutal and to the point, if that makes any sense. Abu Toha is a must read poet, he has distilled this moment (and year, and 76 years) with such clarity and pain.

“Sir, we are not welcome anywhere. Only cemeteries don’t mind our bodies. 
We no longer look for Palestine.
Our time is spent dying. 
Soon, Palestine will search for us, for our whispers, for our footsteps, our fading pictures fallen off blown-up walls.”