Our Whole Life

Our whole life a translation

the permissible fibs

and now a knot of lies

eating at itself to get undone

Words bitten thru words

meanings burnt-off like paint

under the blowtorch

All those dead letters

rendered into the oppressor’s language

Trying to tell the doctor where it hurts

like the Algerian

who waled form his village, burning

his whole body a could of pain

and there are no words for this

except himself