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Kaveh Akbar - Heritage

             Reyhaneh Jabbari, a 26-year-old Iranian woman, was hanged on October 25th, 2014,
             for killing a man who was attempting to rape her.

the body is a mosque borrowed from Heaven        centuries of time

stain the glazed brick       our skin rubs away like a chip

in the middle of an hourglass        sometimes I am so ashamed


of my sentience how little it matters        angels don't care about humility       

you shaved your head        spent eleven days half-starved in solitary

and not a single divine trumpet wept into song      now it's lonely all over


I'm becoming more a vessel of memories than a person        it's a myth

that love lives in the heart       it lives in the throat we push it out

when we speak       when we gasp we take a little for ourselves


in books love can be war-ending       a soldier drops his sword

to lie forking oysters into his enemy's mouth        in life we hold love up to the light

to marvel at its impotence         you said in a letter to Sholeh


you weren't even killing the roaches in your cell       that you would take them up

by their antennae and flick them through the bars into a courtyard      

where you could see men hammering long planks of cypress into gallows


the same men who years before threw their rings in the mud       who watered them

five times daily        who shot blackbirds off almond branches

and kissed the soil at the sight of sprouts       then cursed each other when the stalks


which should have licked their lips withered dryly at their knees        may God beat

us awake      scourge our brains to life       may we measure every victory

by the momentary absence of pain       there is no solace in history      this is a gift


we are given at birth     a pocket we fold into at death        goodbye now you mountain      

you armada of flowers         you entire miserable decade in a lump in my throat       

despite all our endlessly rehearsed rituals of mercy       it was you we sent on