Four Poems
Walid Khazendar, translated by Tom Paulin, 25 May 2006
The Sail, Again
Only to sleep for a bit and then to wake up – this’d force the pack from off my shoulders draw the pushiness from out my chest and burst the buttons – the too-tight buttons – tin wafers – that’re stuck there
was it all for nothing then the thing we launched? that fell down hard on us? – it’s time we drew a line I mean time we...
