This poem is taken from PN Review 157, Volume 30 Number 5, May - June 2004.
Six PoemsWatching the Owls with You
Only two people are allowed in the room,
A room designed to imprison,
From the dark inside, in the Arab air,
Its door wound and closed.
An almost empty coffin,
As if the earth refused to take
What remained, he died indeed
Just like the least important human being,
So gently and so quickly!
If your richness were shared with me,
Oh churchyard, this extinct
Flightless bird that sleeps
Twenty hours a day,
This erect, headless spirit
With its hands and feet bound behind,
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