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
            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 Pushcart and Best of the Net nominated poet and critic from Cairo. He is currently pursuing his MA in Middle Eastern Studies from the University of Texas at Austin. His debut chapbook, "Red//Jild//Prayer" won the 2017 Diode Editions Contest. A Watering Hole Fellow, 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. He is a reader for the Shade Journal, a poetry editor for Voicemail Poems, and a contributing writer to Film Inquiry.