beneath a soft fajr sky
cool air wraps around a
tightened noose,
inside the hush of prison gates
another extinguishing.
past bleeds into present—
a snake swallowing its own tail.
generations who poured dirt
on their heads with
bare hands.
generations who clear soot
from fresh gravestones.
a curse blows
with the western wind.
the unspeakable explodes.
the unseeable hangs.
dirt on my head and yours—
who dares to tell the whole truth?
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