She doesn't understand
what it means to be 'guilty'
The woman turned the cup upside down
Amid the figures and letters
She turned the light off and
It no longer overlooks the river
No longer is in the city
When you respond to my email,
all of the planets swirl about me,
even Pluto joining in.
The caterpillar announces herself as a butterfly.
The grapes ripen for me
and stretch their tendrils to my neighbor's garden.
Ishtar comes back to life
and sings her song
for the ruined cities,
washes the dust off her face,
spins like an elegant dancer,
sends all the soldiers back home
to the arms of their loved ones,
and bandages the broken leg
of this little bird,
who was also wounded
in the land between two rivers.
She counts the holes
in her robe
and goes to sleep.
But I am still waiting for your email.
The screen reflects my tired eyes
and the hands of my watch are embracing
in the middle of your silence.
The martyr couldn't believe his eyes
when his tomb was bombed