بساتين

Wild

A bird caught a child’s eyelash
On a busy avaning
Smoke
Bullets
And black rain falling
The rain doesn’t look like my mother’s plaits
Doesn’t look like my grandfather’s date palm
Doesn’t look like child laughing
Doesn’t look like water....
Rain like gunpowder
Black like my heart’s sky
Terrified horses clatter
Dogs bark with mindless joy
Smoke
Bullets
And black rian.......
Stop bird
Don’t fly
So roared the miserable palm
The bird flies
It lands
Here and there
In a time before this one
When the sky was screeching
And gunpowder made a red lake
And the bird was an evensong
Swooping
Climbing
Swooping
climbing
Noiselessly
Rain
Bullets
And smoke......
The bird caught in the child’s eyelash
The emaciated child
A cage hung with a thread of rain
The child’s screech
The theard cut
The cage falls down
And the rain dies................