A representative poem,
by Beau Beausoleil: 

A Meeting

(for Mosab Abu Toha)

I would meet you at a cafe, if there was still a cafe
that was not rubble

I would meet you at a bookstore, if there was still a bookstore
that was not in ruins

I would meet you at your library, if it had not been smashed
into burning words

I would meet you on the corner, if there was still a corner
connected to a street that went somewhere

I would meet you at the university, if there was still a university
that had not been deliberately bombed

I would meet you at your home, if there was one beyond your
memory of loss

I can only meet you in the strength of your poems, the last sheltered space between us