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Do strangers make you human
Science fiction visiting bodies as cold fact
What unknown numbers govern our genes or phones
A constant thrum from outer space
Snow makes a sound in sand
You are seen from far far above
Unheard and vanished
bodies dismember to dirt
Hardly alive, hardly a person anymore
Who will I be next and in that life will you know me
Copyright © 2016 by Kazim Ali. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 20, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.
Pilgrim in parts
Ply the route entire entre
mensonge and mon songe
Woke in second sleep
Caught in the rain
Eon a season
Sees one broke urn
Trees turn autumnal
Ought one turn to know
Where unfolds eyrie or kyrie
Carried cacophony world wheel
Into the human one small voice
Box pool swum midnight we went
Into the sea expecting our prayers
Might carry themselves across
The silver-slammed surface would
Be answered or do they answer
Pale cut of prayers do not answer
Long before she lost it drift-
S unanchored wanted to merge
And the body of the singer become
The body of the instrument
Talk to the drum find it hum
Study its vowels she made her vow
To sound slowly syllable by
Syllable she pronounced words
In Uzbek word unmoored word