I have never seen the Sun
My father saw it there before his death
He tells me about it all the time
about its ever burning flames
“Like a candle” he said
lit by the gods
never to be extinguished
like the one I am holding now.
Here
He taught me
how to put these bodies back together
cover them with feathers
so they could roam the darkness
Sometimes an arm or a leg remains
I put it in the corner
and wait for the piles they bring
the next day
I will ask my father about the eye
he hung on the wall a week ago
It is still shedding tears
I wonder if it is longing for its sister
or for the Sun?
Sinan Antoon (born 1967) Iraq
Source: Sinan Antoon website
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