They say that the night
repossesses
your indigo, violet,
That on your lap
the salty kisses
dried up.
They say that
of wind
becomes a
symphony of
chaotic notes
conducted
by fear.
Ignore the spears
of the serpent.
I will return,
wrapped in cloaks
of red stars,
to clean up
the contaminated water.
To die and come back to life
in the atlantic underbelly
To that childhood friend, clearly present in the distance, my Rio Saguia
Zahra el Hasnaui Ahmed (born 1964) Western Sahara
Translated by Joseph Mulligan
Source: Poems for the Millennium, Vol 4, edited by Pierre Joris and Habib Tengour, University of California Press, 2012
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