The Dead Dear One - Saghi Ghahraman

We open the window

Cold air flows in

The dear dead one blinks

Cold air has filled the room

We shiver

The dear dead one is laid out

On a bed in a corner, a

Far-off corner of the room

 

We’ve dressed her in white

We’ve pulled a white sheet

Up to her chin

Her legs shiver of cold

We’ve braided and thrown

Her hair on the pillow

Along both sides

Of her face

 

We open the window

Across the way as well

 

Cold floats in cold

 

Little by little

The dear dead one turns blue

We pull the sheet up a little

We pull the dress up a little

We spread her legs and enter her

 

We get up

Straighten the dress up

Straighten the sheet up

 

We sit

The dear dead one slowly swells

The sheet rises a little, a little higher

We spread her legs

We pull our children out

We straighten her legs

We pull the sheet down

The dear dead one shivers of cold

The children shiver of cold

We drink tea

 

We close the window

We open the window

We let our children loose

In the arms of the swarming street

We drink tea

 

The dear dead one

Is a dear dear one

We go to her

We pull the sheet up a little

We pull the dress up a little

We spread her legs and enter her

 
© Saghi Ghahraman
 
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