Ghazal -- Leaving Your City
I augur these nights for stars that cannot be seen in the sky of your city
I wake counting the dawns that trickle to the day, I'm leaving your city.
My hunted heart consumed by an undertow of longing for a landscape
not a cremation ground for all the dreams I lay to waste, believing your city.
Sod your government and its godless lies, there is history here in the
smoke the coke the mirrors, the golden waltzes still conceiving your city.
Don't call me citizen. Don't call this home. Exile is the only song I've ever
known. Let me go now, I'm tired of believing, deceiving your city.
Remember me in demarcations, remember me radiant, searing. Glimmering
in borders, partitions, trespasses, my sweet broken heart cleaving your city.
My earthen body electric, receptacle, bewildering in its need –
I walk these streets now, open, receiving your city.
For tonight I'm here, dreaming of and drinking in the heat, the beat
and all the pretty skyscraper lights and darknesses weaving your city.
But how I've been betrayed and I don't intend to forget the bitterness,
the spilled blood and the black chimes of bigotry sieving your city.
My time here has come and gone. I take with me now these torrents of memory.
While you search for stars you cannot see, I'll be retrieving your city.
Sharanya says, this is all you need know: on the day I leave I will wake
here, and close my eyes to sleep in another nation, grieving your city.