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we
open the window
cold breeze rushes in
the dead-dearest averts her eyes
chill fills the room
we
shiver
the dead dearest is lying on a pallet in a far corner
we’ve robed her in a white gown
we’ve wrapped her in a white sheet up to her chin
her legs are shivering
we
have braided her hair in two ropes on both sides of her face on the
pillow
we
open the other window, too
chill clings into chill
the dead dearest slowly turns black and blue
we
pull the sheet away a little
push the gown a little up
open her legs and enter
we
sit up
smooth down her gown
pull the sheet up
we
sit back
the dead dearest swells slowly
sheets flap up and flap a bit higher
we
open her legs an’ grab on our off-springs
we
arrange her legs side by side
smooth the sheets over her legs
the dead dearest shivers
babies shiver in the cold
we
drink tea
open the window
let go of the babies over the jammed streets
drink tea
the dead dearest is a dear one
we
go to her
pull the sheets away a little
push the gown a little up
open her legs and enter
the dead dearest swells
we
open the window
The Dead Dearest
Saghi
Ghahraman
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