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from Issue Number 8, 2017

The Futility of Lordly Assistance by El Habib Louai

the lord dislocated
his shoulder
in his eagerness
to throw the towel
to the sweating fellas
in the courtyards
of a dismembered nation

Good God!
How do people
get used
to you!
when they return from
their failed quests
for love
for justice
for equality
& a freedom
that trickles in
slow and thin
like blood droplets
on a coffin-lid

there you are
invisible and overbearing
comfortably walking
in your white skin
as a cherry bloom
& you ask me:

“what do I do in the evenings?”
I say: different things,
I sit forsaken
in a clean well-lighted room
& watch the hopes of my people
fade out with the last flame of a desolate candle

 

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