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Canicule

A woman mooching in the shade

Temperature forty centigrade

Through the late evening hours’ passway

To the next rusty day

Under a cloud of enriched plutonium

Lonely in the squalid heat

No one’s around

Some were dead

Some’d fled

Trying to make it to the next millennium

Crying for fun

And handing their tears to tourists

For souvenir

* * *

Listening to your fears swallowed by silence

You cried on the inner side of your eyeballs

Rheums ran slowly into your blood stream

A hidden river, silent, without a single scream

Secretly flows behind your body walls

* * *

Put your body into a bottle and throw it into the ocean

Could it be set free one day

On another shore and sand

By a different woman’s hand

* * *

Alike, all of us

Copies standing in a row

We kiss through filters

Embrace through cellophane

Hygienic measures

But fear is always safe and okay

We inherit sterility from both our parents

And stare joyfully dissected

At the sterile brave new world

Just coming through

Z. Azzabi

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