The Unnatural Apologie of Shadows

--Nathalie Handal

We say lightning has no wings

when it slides down our houses

 

We say loss is just a condition

we acquire to bury our pity further

 

We say the bleeding hands

on the table filled with red wine

imported products and passports

are just reminders of

who we have become

 

We have no titles no birthright

no groves or Shakespeare

to return to

 

We apologize for the fear

growing out of our ribs

 

Apologize for the numbers

still etched on our tongues