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by Zuheir Abu Chayeb

they found him
luminous, green, in the field.
When they raise his hands
the grasses under them had turned to hearts.

It is said:
wheat stalks bloomed beneath his sleeves.
It is said:
the birds carried his blood
to his beloved cousins.
He shall return
Blossoming with volcanoes,
and fill again his mother's breasts.
When they found him green as light
they shrouded him with rose buds,
they spread out the sky to lay him on
and made the sun his pillow.

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