This poem is taken from PN Review 269, Volume 49 Number 3, January - February 2023.
The Baghdad Wolf
1. Gas
Ghaz! Ghaz!
The summons is called
by the gas man who raps
his orange gas canister
with a spanner…
Back street muezzin he,
Never the call to prayer
more welcome.
2. The Art Gallery (1)
The stars have vanished
but we still glance up.
Something is crossing the Tigris
as if searching.
Then it travels along Palestine Street
like a woman,
sleek, silver, swimming.
Now see what it has become.
...
Ghaz! Ghaz!
The summons is called
by the gas man who raps
his orange gas canister
with a spanner…
Back street muezzin he,
Never the call to prayer
more welcome.
2. The Art Gallery (1)
The stars have vanished
but we still glance up.
Something is crossing the Tigris
as if searching.
Then it travels along Palestine Street
like a woman,
sleek, silver, swimming.
Now see what it has become.
...
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