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The Hand Which Slew Me
I took the hand
which slew me
To the garden
I won’t go backWe grew there
In the courtyard
Rings of stone and
Fountain blackWatered from the orchard
Drowning floods and
Quaking earth
Bursting from the seams
Between flagstones and the truth –Ghostly hauntings from the past
Rise up flagrantly beliedWe shout in riotous colors
Unheard by passersbyFragrantly denied
We faded
From the landscape and
The lack –You can hear us
At the corners
Of the wind and
Of the seaThe hand of
Wendy Kheiry
The exhumed
Waving where
The garden
Used to be