Dunya Mikhail Poems

The war
How serious
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She doesn't understand
what it means to be 'guilty'
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The woman turned the cup upside down
Amid the figures and letters
She turned the light off and
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please don't ask me, America
I don't remember
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It no longer overlooks the river
No longer is in the city
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What good luck!
She has found his bones.
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Yesterday I lost a country.
I was in a hurry,
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The airplane coming from Baghdad
carries American soldiers
and rises up
and up
over the moon
reflected on the Tigris river
over clouds accumulated
like corpses
over an ancient harp
over skin stroked with hands
over kidnapped people
over ruins growing up with children
over long lines at the passport office
over the open lid of Pandora's box.
The airplane
with its exhausted passengers
will land six thousand miles away
from that finger
amputated in the sand.
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The martyr couldn't believe his eyes
when his tomb was bombed
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She pressed her ear against the shell:
she wanted to hear everything
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