Three poems

by: Ghubad jalizada
Translator: Ata miraki

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Blood

Either you or me

One of us will be killed

whenever I will get killed

Hold me in your arms,

take me to the hell

it’s so close

whenever you will get killed

I’ll put you on my back

take you to the paradise

that is thousands and thousands of years far

It’s a real war

even the butterfly’s waist

is adorned with bullets.

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A Migrated Breast

She doesn’t shut the windows

At night

She’s still waiting for her migrated breast

The garden says:

I’ve seen it

lying in clove’s bed

The sea says:

I’ve seen that breast

on the back of a playful wave

The moon says:

I’ve seen it

in the very heart of sky

among a group of pure white pigeons

At night

She and I

in search of our estranged breast

visit the garden

we go to beaches

we beg the moon for it.

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The Whore

The traitor expends all his Dollars;

on muddy water

on embarrassment…

on incapacity

on shit.

The Whore expends all of them;

on a fan for her mum

on a glass of cologne

a box of colored pencils for her son

on a suit and a satchel for an orphan student

on a fistful of wheat for a group of tired sparrows

The Whore expends her money;

on cartridges for Peshmarga

on one bottled water for BASHIQA’s children

on a loaf bread for a SINJAR’s oldster.