Someone has to mourn the dead, Someone has to remember the shape Of her body, her skull broken, her ribcage Pushed in, her heart spasming at her throat. Someone has to interpret such unfathomable grief, Someone has to read the messages of dread, her broken arms seek to convey.

Someone has to remember the weight of steel That rolled over her. And someone the edge of the blade That came back twice, seeking to restore to them their original home: a hot dusty sky. Someone has to add to her cry, another voice. Someone has to say she was too young to die.

• for Rachel Corrie She was killed on 3/16/2003 at Rafah Refugee Camp, Gaza Strip. She was trying to prevent a bulldozer from leveling a “structure”. She was 23.