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Ashes, ashes we all fall down by Khatija Khan

Mirror

A still from the film Mirror by Andrei Tarkovsky

surely, the earth is a wicked old woman who steals stainless steel bones to bury it under her skin, adding one more bone and one more year to her stock ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต?

little girls with neatly combed brown ponytails circle around and sing ringa ringa roses in unicorn printed pink frocks with hearts where boats kiss sunsets painted on lakes with minds where forests grow for their children to play squirrel games in tree rooms the poem ends and ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ

time runs too fast, the speedometer broke and no images seem to be formed on the retina a forest fire burns trees to the ground eagles torture young pigeons of peace disney turns sony, toys turn knives reality kidnaps fairytales and happy endings submit leave letters to their school principal ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ซ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต- ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ญ

daughters birth sons, daughters kill granddaughters daughters get old and no one anymore calls them girls what should you wait for when there is nothing awaiting you? what stays home when all is gone? what does oneโ€™s death do to anotherโ€™s life? no nursery rhyme is sung today, but i see ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ

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