Sorrow - Kandahar

El Colapso de las Estrellas - The Stars' Collapse, (Aragón, 2015)

Today
hearts are made
of shattered crystal
mixed with ash
and the blood of those
killed;
with the hands it is
formed
into a paste
that is used to model
a little bird

hearts are dead little birds
the old women
save them when they fall
from the skies
for when they kill their
children
to try and revive
their hearts
with the once singing
noble beast

this is how
humanity has
survived
(has it?)
until
the women die of sorrow
and the trees grow
old enough
to have a heart attack

that is how we die:
with an orange vest
put on
and inside plastic
bags

until
babies stop
crying
for their
murdered brothers

(inside plastic bags)
rotting,
like the tree’s
thrombosis
when taken out
by a corrupt doctor
we call democracy

till the old women
stop saving
the little corpses
and building hearts
for us to wear
alongside the dead trees
to sing a lullaby
and stop
the babies’ cries

only then can we go all
to sleep
covered in sorrow
and eternity,
with our tongues slain
and the transvestite
clouds
mocking us,
waiting for the sun to go away.
Waiting permanently.

To the victims of the Kandahar Massacre 11/03/12, In Memoriam.

by Hussein Balawi

by Fallujah