Poetry

“We always kicked for the same team. We prayed
next to each other on the sajjada during salat.

“As you can see the camps are overpopulated,
and the small parts in between, if somebody
vanishes, getting to them is like a reunion date

Admit coming upon the fallen horse at evening,
now asleep but withered, now reducing as you near, now

We have gone through
so many revisions of the prelude
that we no longer know