Many Times Poem by Iman Mersal

Many Times



Many times
the doctor enters our house and says:
You called too late.
Because of this
I will wipe out the medical records
of loved ones who are not buried when they die.
And as I firmly shut them away,
I will convince
the windows in my room
that I have a private mourning
to attend to
while the music of nearby celebrations
blares.

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