Five Moons and Saturn

 

As in other dreams,

the death of world befell us sat in peace,

five white moons in the dark and warm breeze,

Colourless Saturn appeared,

clear as the sun eclipsing, sharper than a memory,

black of night melted under crystal streaks,

earth was moving and so were we.

Panic had not settled in me,

I tried reaching for the only thing I know,

I called for my only and the lines fell short,

and so to the island of our home I board,

life slashing dead waters to a fold. 

In knowing there has never been rush,

all wilts around and us we smile, 

they own mercy and we own time,

we take up a corner, echo the cries,

in knowing we feel no difference,

my sister and I. 

The careless dance of chaos rumbles the outside, 

now we are children amongst ageing friends, 

nothing to seek and no need to hide, 

talking in shelter as the world ends.

I say now all has become one, 

I say all has become none,

for the sake of our decent souls,

let us not leave until we've seen Maryam,

and in they call her or him, 

body like a grave, black skirts hemmed, 

in her face someone, another is her hand,

in her heavy belly one last life, 

an abomination at best,

without a clue of our doom, or a care for our end,

because she has no soul, escapes through the unborn,

I look at the stranger and do not feel a thing, 

I gather death came before me and then,

I say I do not know them.