He called the dog "habibi"

- my darling -

as it mauled him to death

while his family listened nearby.

They had never heard him speak before.

He had the mind of an infant.

"Enough, my darling," Muhammed said to the dog,

because it was killing him,

and because he was in pain,

and because his family had spoken to him 

so lovingly all his life.

Those were the words he knew.

That's how he was spoken to.

That's what you say to someone 

when you need them to stop.

When you need them to listen.

When their behavior is challenging,

but you have deep love in your heart.

Enough, my darling.

Enough, my darling.

As Gaza burns: enough, my darling.

Enough.

As attack dogs on two legs

send attack dogs on four legs

to bite and maul and kill:

Enough, my darling.

Enough.

A murder of crows 

follows a murder of IDF soldiers,

cawing, "Enough, my darling.

Enough."

The bombed out hospitals.

The children without limbs.

The sniper drones playing recorded babies' cries

to try and lure out civilians.

The attack dog maulings.

The hunger.

The fear.

Enough, my darling.

Enough.

As we kill our planet

and kill each other

because we cannot act kindly,

cannot let love guide us,

cannot call off the dogs,

cannot rescue their victims,

cannot stop the attack,

cannot awaken from our confusion,

the stars call down to us from above:

Enough, habibi.

Enough, my darling.

Enough.

Enough.

Enough.

Reading by Tim Foley.