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Three Poems By Philip Metres

December 6, 2014

Uprooted Olive (for Emad Burnat)

 

the margin is not the margin

to the margin / the central drone

 

trails a sound like a lawnmower

mowing down the sky / you look up

 

the legal precedence for seizure

stand with fellahin & land

 

in prison / in the margin to turn

is to turn inside / out

 

beyond the din of congratulation

your every move a body's scrawl

 

across the white lawn of law

the wall of muteness / if departure

 

then turn to depths / roots

like fingers / claim horizon

 


 

The Politics of Translation

 

when Naji was sentenced & buried

in parentheses / when she saw her house

 

slowly becoming debris / Naji’s old mother

went into a comma / she was driven

 

by ambulance / dashes to ashes /

pupils to colons / the new revised standard

 

replacing the old revised standard

replacing the King’s version & so on

 

outside the house not-yet not-house

a nightingale offered quotation marks

 

around the bulldozer’s boring

exclamations of / instant ancient ruins

 

footnote to a lengthy dissertation

on subject-object relations

 


 

Ismail and Abla Khatib, Who Donated their Murdered Son’s Organs to the Enemy

 

your body full / of fragments / hallowed be thy brain

spilled over your clothes / you / already not

 

of this world / in the shadow of our difficult / we plant

your heart inside / a teenaged girl you will

 

never touch / liver we bury / in a baby you will

never raise / elderly you’ll never be / kidneys

 

we resettle in alien skin / your lungs now breathe

for two who could not breathe without you

 

we know your toy gun looked / death

in the eye but why / did they have to shoot you

 

twice / & now inside “the enemy” you rise

behind the lines of inside / you live

 

& see for yourself what none of us can see

ourselves / ourselves from the outside


Philip Metres is the author of Sand Opera (2015), A Concordance of Leaves (2013), abu ghraib arias (2011), and To See the Earth (2008), etc. A two-time recipient of the NEA and the Arab American Book Award, he is professor of English at John Carroll University.

In Poetry Tags Philip Metres, Poetry, Uprooted Olive, The Politics of Translation, Ismail and Abla Khatib
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