We Do Not Speak About The Cranes

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.

 

  • Botsotso, Volume 21
 
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