Body on a beach
There's a body on the mid-winter beach
Bloated by sea water, battered by waves,
The skin is an indeterminate grey but the DNA
Gives it away: stomach distended, flesh eaten away,
The soul departed leaving a package of flesh behind
With sea weeds dancing from the open mouth
That once kissed another, a mother and a lover
Spoke words of comfort to the dying bereaved:
Religion indeterminate, nationality left behind.
Look at the legs that carried the body
Over rugged montains, across freezing tundra,
Over deserts thirsty, prickly with heat, across borders.
Look at the eyes which read the newspapers
And scanned the phones. Read holy books
And erotic poetry and letters from home.
While a heart that was broken by war, death and loss
Gathered the strength to begin life all over again.
That grey mush was a brain that loved to tussle,
Think and debate. Those fingers wrote elegies
That were gateways to all the planets and stars.
In classical Arabic she argued it was never too late
To begin life again, soon, in beauiful Aleppo.