Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Veronica Pamoukaghlian: InHumanScapes II and III (A muslim woman)

II

A muslim woman
I might have been
treading a Muslim land

a-cry a-suffer bombed
(gauged to holy Silenceness)
adrift in Oceansand

and lie alone
after the bomb
in desert Bagdad streets
wrapped in a robe
of black and blood
with Western liberation
oozing out of my
Womb, persistently

a River of civilization

III

A black robed muslim
I might have been
treading a desert road

carrying a baby close to my breast
clasping with worn hands
an infant wrist
our steps in unison
to pierce the Desert silence

As aimless arrows
so, forth we go
along the path
of thirst

With ears a-numbed
to bluber and need
and the fortitude
of mountains

Metallic vultures hovering
over our heads


Air thick with
petroleum smoke

Sandscape of
devastated hope

Dry breasts
and empty hands

our lengthened shadows
just amiss
of bombs

Dragging my children
to life elusive

with the black veil
and the dry eyes
and the fortitude
of life

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