This poem is taken from PN Review 258, Volume 47 Number 4, March - April 2021.

Borderline Ghazal

Reem Abbas

I swore I told no body
but swearing holds no body.

This body holds fast somehow
exile patrols nobody.

Beholden, believed body
you touched, held cold no body.

Leave me hang, I am no suspect
bare for all this holed know body.

Blue is the name you give death
fine lies behold no body.

Sounding BREAK BAT BEAT commands:
peel eyes, bleed, blindfold no body.

Peace, body, peace; in death burn
to blue, gold for nobody.

What does it mean: philistine?
Qasida controls nobody.
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