 As the lights go out in Gaza in America they killed all the buffalo just to take away food from the natives, made mountains of their skulls and posed proudly in photos, like they posed proudly in front of burnt bodies after lynchings in the south. In Australia they stole the brown children and gave them to pale families and watched their ancient civilization disappear into the toxic fumes of industry like a sailboat in the mist. In Israel teenagers play with buttons that cause explosions on screens and look forward to the end of the Gaza operation so they can leave and go play better video games. In Gaza mothers clutch tattered pieces of flesh and clothing to their chests and scream names that will never again be answered and call out questions to the heavens that will also go unanswered and the ghost of the buffalo roam through the ruins looking for their heads while the people of Gaza comb through the rubble looking for their dead and the rest of us stare at screens and cry like babies and ask our own unanswered questions of heavens clouded by the fumes of industry vanishing stars above a dying world as the lights go out in Gaza one by one.