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The Corridor

The Corridor

 

(A corridor that leads to the operating theatre of a hospital in Aleppo)

The wolf in the corridor –
like a stray soul
in the recovery room
where antiseptics don’t work
and passers-by
only pass by with heads bowed

                        *

Let bandages unroll in the waiting room
Follow the drops of blood

                        *

They are sick with cruelty
Rancid fat on the bed

                        *

The wolf in the corridor –
its shadow on the wall
wounds the little girl and the grandmother

                        *

Don’t rest your head on a dirty shirt
Don’t ask why the woman is crying behind the door

                        *

The wolf in the corridor –
Stop the music


He is dying

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