amal el-mohtar

for Caitlyn Paxson and Jessica P. Wick

North of the Trent, they say,
we give our eyes to ravens.
Where they fly, so do our looks...

For Caitlyn Paxson and Jessica P. Wick

The tale is wrong. I bear no grudge.
A story in the teeth of time
will shift its outlined...

These are the days of silver, and of gold —
the panting cold, the burst of bright on black
as coins sprout from trees, shiver...