--Nathalie Handal
There is a sorceress in our night. A sky that only moves memory to
make place for the mangoes of last month. There is an old man who
says, Libére moi. And means, Take everything but my blackness.
Only in the dark do doves find reason. Only in the dark do doves
have reason to believe that vengeance is light hanging on fallen tree.
After each fall, we ask, where is the island, the sugarcane that
disappeared in our hunger, the water that emptied our thirst,
the song that robbed our nightmare? They mock us. They tell us
to whisper in their ears. They will obey. But curses beat the air wild.
The air is faint. And they tell us, Stop plotting fire. You are in the wrong
land even if the roosters recognize you. They hated our black. What
they didn't understand is that it illuminates their world.
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