When At-Tabari told about the high flying birds,
where did they hide their ears? Black-necked
cranes that have lived for centuries; three
encircle a red fez party and a bevy of embellished
scarves until they are naked and suffering…
But thick roots have settled in their backs as
they look on through one eye – the other is
buried alongside dead poets and scribes.
Zeenit Saban Jacobs ~ © 2025