By Hanzala Mojibi
was it all too
offensive,
that i existed?
was it rude
that i stood still,
silent,
a night watch on the northern wall?
is it
rooted deep,
a primal urge to undo
that which was here before you?
or just, just, just an ephemeral itch?
i wish violence
wasn’t your first language—
i would have liked to talk.
i had questions.
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Author bio:
Hanzala Mojibi is a PhD scholar from India, currently working with Trauma and Absurdism in Northumbria University. His poems have found a place in publications such as Sahitya Akademi’s Indian Literature journal, The Wire, gulmohur quarterly and DoubleSpeak magazine, among others.
Image credit: “Sycamore Gap from the North” by Edna Winti is licensed under CC BY 2.0.
