Check up my chest!
After another repair and virus attack
you will find only a psalm and a flute.
Check up my voice!
After another demonstration
you will find pain, anger and damaged strings.
Check the pockets of my jacket!
In there – folded memories and fleeting metaphors,
which are looking for warmth and home.
Check up my resume!
Do not despair, you will always find me somewhere
to walk on the Count street
or sat on a lonesome stone in front the sea.
I welcome guests, I send on poets and relatives,
who did not wait for my return.
They hurried to embrace God.
At the airport –
the timetable does not include a destination
to my homeland.
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Khairi Hamdan
Translated by Dessy Tsvetkova
Picture Nick Victor
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