The Portrait and 3 other poems
From silent ruins, a harrowing scream exposes patriarchal structures, historical trauma and…
Read more →Dying Mariam's silence hides historical trauma behind an invisible mask of ruin.
The hospital ward
is dying of an unknown thirst.
A time when even oxygen
seems to hiss cruelly
into the still holes of Mariam’s nose.
And all words of consolation
merely graze in the land
of their own silence.
In those crumpled eyes of hers
the light of death
goes on gathering shadows.
And I feel I’m late with my life.
An agony with twenty feet throbs on.
Truth holds toward her
an invisible mask for her to wear,
as a land haunted
by the cries of women made hostages by history
sinks
into the silent vengeance of ruin.