Ahlam Bisharat

Mar 6, 2024 | wordswithoutborders.org | Ahlam Bisharat |Nadya Siyam |Alexander Aguayo

***Come here, Death, and let me feed you;Here in the chicken coop. Here in the lamb’s pen. Here are some greens. There is a woman here, alone, watching Death,trying to lull it to sleepwith her hands and to trap itwith the other domesticated animals. ****I’m flipping between news stationsand the words I used to listen to before I can no longer hear. Even the moans of suffering that made me ache—I’ve stashed them awayin a bag of old laments.