ten

My Allah

Lifts his hand

To strike the moon, my moon

Jabel Moon.

Devils on livestock with

Fire in their eyes.

I swallow fast

my heart

it beats.

My sister went to the bush

To look for cooking wood.

She came

Home today but talks

No more she does.

Daddy says run with me. We flee

The place I sleep.

“It’s over now” she says

“Be still.”

They give Daddy

Some seeds and say

My dreams will bloom too.

They say sister will speak again.

They say the sun will rise to warm

This thirsty land beneath my feet.

They say one day the devils

Of the earth will terrify

No more.