A flower in the crevice of the wall
I cannot tell if it is chamomile or orchid
maybe it is a faqqua iris
I cannot tell because the sky is grey
The wind is shaking
The earth is trembling
It is a day of dust
Or maybe a night of broken light
It may be the siren screams of a child
Maybe my brother
Maybe my sister
Maybe it is just a cat, I hope
I cannot tell if it is a flower
in the crevice of the wall
Or a window into a neighbour’s home
It appears red, like a rose
Maybe it is a drop of blood
Maybe my brother’s blood
Maybe my sister’s blood
Maybe my blood
Or, maybe the sky is grey
The wind is shaking
The earth is trembling
It is a day of dust
It could be chamomile, orchid or faqqua iris
Or maybe a rose
Not a drop of blood, I hope
I cannot see from here
Under the rubble of my home
In a night of broken light
