Abdul Hadi Sadoun, Iraq

Por: Abdul Hadi Sadoun

AbdulHadi Sadoun

(Iraq, 1968)

Dead Fish

The dead fish of the fountain,
perchance feel the falling cold from up high?
perchance look surprised at my new suit
tight as a belt
of cloth rompled by the birds of the wind?

Every day, on the bus,
I pass near them.
The same man of always,
leaning over the fountain
polishes its scales of stone.

The dead fish,
what do they think of
if they can not swim?

Última actualización: 17/12/2021