I saw your face in passing

cupped in blue palms

saw your body on a sweaty bed

turning for air. 

In a doorway two women whisper

through two veils. 



Let the beggars talk. 

The beggars speak of hunger, 

the holy speak of hunger, 

and death speaks last. 

Let them all have their say. 

Let them have their say. 

The earth drinks blood. 

What wisdom uttered

has been sucked from stones. 

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