Suzy Kassem

There is a river that
Cuts through
The heart of Eve
And flows through
Paradise's back window.
It streams into
A bottomless well
That rolls down to hell
With the tears of the

Weeping widows.
The women stand along the well,
And cry
While singing gray lullabies
As orphaned children
Light up candles to put on palm leaves
To push into the stream
With petals of jasmine
And pieces of tangerine,
Then sit back and wait for their father
To show up over the horizon
Where his heart still beats
In their dreams.


Taken from Rise Up and Salute the Sun, 2010, and Truth is Crying, 2008.

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