by Sargon Boulus
I found myself in this house
kept by a woman who disappears
throughout the week to roam
along rivers. When she returns,
she moors her boat to my thigh
while I sleep
and drags her mauled body
in heavy silence to my bed.
Animals recently set free
have been growing more ferocious daily
pouncing on children and the sick
There are rumors, other news: they say
a great famine, plague, massacres...
When the dawn arrives
with its carts piled with ammunition
my neighbors bang their heads
a sign of complete servility
or unbearable pain.
--translated by sargon boulus and alistair elliot