The poem is structured around a series of mundane daily activities contrasted with the struggles of the marginalized:
He began walking through the villages, not as a mapmaker, but as a listener. He drew new maps — not for the municipality, but for the people. Maps of wells, of ancient paths being blocked, of which checkpoints were less violent at certain hours. He copied them by hand and left them in bus stations, under stones, tied to olive branches. mahmoud darwish poem think of others
It was rejected the next day. His boss laughed. “We don’t draw maps for their convenience.” The poem is structured around a series of