GÖTTERDÄMMERUNG *
When you say that you just can’t look
Look
and rinse your eyes
with hearts that
fall and rise and fall
until Allah finally admits
their stillness into martyrdom
Look
and see how suffering
fails to penetrate the consciousness
of a world where the umbilici
are severed with stones
and limbs dispensed with Gigli saws
Look
and know that weed fields
never feed the starved
nor a coverall of PPE dispel
the clenching teeth of children’s misery
and that all roads lead to death
Look
and wonder that enough
just never seems to be enough
and when we turn away
we become complicit
by our own abstentions.
Look
*Götterdämmerung:
‘Situations of
world altering destruction marked by extreme chaos and violence’
RIGHT OF RETURN
In the dustbowl of
his palm, a key.
He knows its
searing
coolness on his
skin,
its metal imprint
sewn
like a tattoo into
the fabric
of his dreams,
while
the parched mouth
of a lock
screams in a door
somewhere in the
past,
waiting for a
homecoming,
waiting for a
miracle.
HARDCORE
Children lick
plastic bags like lollipops,
tongues stretched
into corners,
tastebuds alert
for the tang
of a honeyed moon
while trucks carry
cargo to the sea,
a stew of rubble
and bones,
foundation for a
too-late promise
built upon the
splintered remains
of the
disappeared.
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