One Broken Canine

from The Wall as the Diameter of Aperture
By Hussain Ahmed

On the walls are hieroglyphs around the paintings of bison
and down the cave, the names of executed prisoners were etched

with their finger nails or their broken teeth. ...

I am driving backward, the soldiers are moving away from my car, soon, their khaki fades,

... the beggar on the roadside pulls out a piece of bread from her child's mouth, soon,
the beggar fades out too. I unmake all these memories...

it makes me unease, but everyone blames it on the sun. I wait patiently for my brother
to walk out of the house. it's night again, his decaying canine made his mouth our cemetery.