Anticlockwise
A poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian to English by the author
It's Midday
Or it's 6: 05
You have turned over, over and over...
Anticlockwise
Round the old orbit
On your Zodiac sign
A cancerous tower
And waterfalls
They all became your nightmare
Cancerous tumours
On your horoscope.
Where is the natural habitat of this migrating bird?
It flew to African moors
And made a nest there
That migrating bird
Was an unknown species
With a bloodline to scarce roots or leaves...
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