In Neutrality Poem by Iman Mersal

In Neutrality



I will wash my hands of tranquilizing lies,
and burn before his eyes
the clay I shape to fit his dreams.
He
will point to the left side of his chest,
and I
will nod with the neutrality of nurses.

He must believe
before the coma ends
that his wish to die
will not hide the ruptures within the family.

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