Muhammad al-Maghut’s ‘Bleak Ink Sky’
“I am done / Smoke rises from my heart.”
“I am done / Smoke rises from my heart.”
“There, in the hollow of slick mud / That reminds me of hunger and vagrant lips”
“You who have shot me like a bullet outside theĀ world.”
If only countries could be / exchanged for one another /
The way dancers are in a cabaret.