Tuesday Poem: Light Can You Hear

Light can you die?
We do when our wings touch you.
Our ancestors, forefathers died
Fathers also die touching you.
We will too but can you
light?

Can you sing, we can…
Our songs enkindle us
near us we ring around in clans
and burn musically.

We are slaves you are the king
kings have many ears you don’t hear.

–by Irshad Salim
From Sometime Somewhere, circa 1977