Friday, January 5
MUSIC UNDER SEALED WINDOWS Something rots under his flesh. You can't save him. A boy limps until he reaches the flickering lamppost. You can't save him. A burnt girl stands by the lake that stretches north to south. You can't save her. A woman's husband grows younger in her wound. You can't save her. The window shrieks. The fingers numb against cold bodies. The eyes see tombs instead of glow. The windows crack. Bodies see reflections they want to keep as they hold on to their birthright---earth in palm. Suddenly, a cascade of marigolds falling. A window of music, mizik as they say, can save, or is it what's sealed that saves? (Nathalie Handal)