Twin
*****


somewhere in you whispers live
voices of a crying little girl
desperate dead calls
in search of her mother-
Where are you mom?
an old mother's bending tears
find their way in the fresh soil
of her 16-year old son's grave.

your worried waiting at home
welcomes never-invited
hungry missiles
with the flesh of your sleeping children

here you have to wear
the complex of
violent red and mourning black
perfume

you turn back
You feel the unbearable heavy shadow
on your shoulders
and try not to knee down
by holding tight
the hatred
in your tired hands

there - where once
used to be called streets-
You dont bother to solute to
homeless people in meaningless search
of the left over of their roots
in the century-extended moments
just after the gladiator game
is adjourned

In the corner of your sight
you keep the lasting landscape
where the slaughtered kiss
of a torn-apart ball and
an exploded drowned-in-red foot
smiles to your lost childhood

you look at your years-old hanged boots
from the resignation wall
but still
watch the adds on TV
come and join the army
and you cant even cry


(c) syavash shaghayegh
    june 14, 1997

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