Sailing Past Sinai

 

 
 
 

 
We remember,
            boys left behind
            and buried.
 
We will not speak
            of war, but we will sing
            of the dead, how they dance
            in our ribs.
 
We will unbury
            their memory, replace
            them with all the arms
            still lying around.
 
I don’t want
            to see a single
            Kalashnikov
            in sight.
 
Rather, I want to see
            boys, dancing,
            given lipstick and
            kohl, told to paint
            the town any shade
            that fits.
 
As we stand on this sacred sand,
            I want to say
            a prayer
            for our buried boys.
 
بارك كل خطوة اتعدي عاالطريق الصعب
 
Let us untangle
            their bodies from bloodied flags,
            lower them back to the loving  ground,
            let them sleep, if only for once.
 
 
 

 

Hazem Fahmy is a poet and critic from Cairo. He is an Honors graduate of Wesleyan University’s College of Letters where he studied literature, philosophy, history and film. His poetry has appeared, or is forthcoming in Apogee, HEArt, Mizna, and The Offing. His performances have been featured on Button Poetry and Write About Now. His debut chapbook, Red//Jild//Prayer, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press this Fall. He is a poetry editor for Voicemail Poems and a contributing writer to Film Inquiry. In his spare time, Hazem writes about the Middle East and tries to come up with creative ways to mock Classicism. He makes videos occasionally