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Saadi Youssef: Genesis 34

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[Today, March 31 is the anniversary of the founding of the Iraqi Communist Party in 1934. This poem, "Genesis 34," by Saadi Youssef, was written to commemorate the event.]

Saadi Youssef

Genesis 34

 

Before we came to the bases

you were a base before God and classes

You were breaking rocks between Nasiriyya and the north

Saying to flowers: The petals are hidden

To papyrus: We hid the rifles in you

To paper: You are the newspaper

To those who are yielding: Come to me. . .

To chaos: Peace be upon those organizing encomia for chaos

shuttling between Nasiriyya and the north

To your face: Darkness has taken hold

To your folk: There is only night after the night

To history: We are dawn. . .

We never took branded horses

We unleashed the horses of jinn

Striking fire

We set out before coming to the bases

Toward a base before God and classes

That was, like us, in Nasiriyya.

Like us in the image of the ancestors

The checkered kaffiyya

Deep black blood in the lines of the tattoo

Back in the days when women were veiled

In funerals and on slow trains

Mosques disappearing in palm trees

The days when churches were still white, mass in Greek

The days when the referent, you:

A base before God and classes

That marched, like us, feet lacerated

Carrying, like us, what ancestors carry

A tattoo on the chin and hands

The pamphlet was blue

The bullet in the eyes of horses

Carrying, like us, what ancestors carry

Between Nasiriyya and the north.

We will repeat this deaf cycle

This amputated flower

We are murdered in cells

Then in positions

Then in our bases. . .

We repeat the deaf cycle and the flower

We repeat the of sensibility of loneliness

And we inhabit singularity

We inhabit the greenness of the tattoo:

In cells not nominated by cells

In positions not defined by positions

In bases that celebrate the blood of treacherous time

We draw far away in our singularity

In the particulars of identity and speech

In the touch of tattooed hands

In the rhythm of the bullet and the question:

Do things rise?

Let things rise in us as things

Rise

A red flag in genesis:

Between Nasiriyya and the north.

 

[Translated from the Arabic by Sinan Antoon


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