Tonight We Die as a Family

by Mohammed El-Kurd

At the hospital the nurse is startled
A surprise visitor: her husband's corpse on a stretcher

He arrived in the backseat of a taxi — a makeshift hearse.

There are not enough ambulances in Gaza and more than enough death.

She is livid. Men never listen

I told you wait till after my shift

I need to tend to the wounded first

I told you tonight we die as a family

We were supposed to die
as a family