- Vol. 08
- Chapter 01
Ghazal After Flight Winds
The bird’s eye view with the world we must live
though vertigo-height funnels, we must live.
Feathers catch air, the water surrounds
but for an olive branch undrowned, we must live.
Placards hung like plucked from the sky
blurred like a distant sigh, we must live.
Stifled screams from dampened free-fall
Helios melts my feathered shawl, we must live.
Fire-licked and crumbling back to dust,
mud runs through cracks (like rust) we must live.
I held beads, they’re strung lifeless
hand-warm prayers listless, we must live.
Hands shake and eyes blind (for dreaming)
voice hoarse and still—screaming we must live.
Call me Caproni, I dream of soaring flight;
The wind rises, tonight! We must live.