Mohamad S Bazzi

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And This Deadens That

(December 19, 2020)

 

And this deadens that

Barking sound

That came to us in early winter

 

Cautiously we peer out

From behind tent folds

House doors

Sheer curtains

Knowing that silence

 

Is short lived

 

We peruse all that has fallen

Without a drip of exertion

Without a glint of surprise

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The memory of seven hills

We have traversed 

Seven retellings of the human fable

 

We observe the swine king

From an ancient private distance

Dangling our legs

From the rims of clouds

 

We still wonder at our purpose

Even as our carelessness

Fades with the years

 

We still simmer our evening coffee

With the same swirled tempo 

That turns skies

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And we writhe 

In our learned docility

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Hoping that an impending rain

We've yet to smell

Is the reason why our deliverance

Hasn’t come

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