Graze in the genocide by Omar Sakr
Graze in the genocide
Omar SakrMy son whose name is radiance
Tripped and skinned
His little knee. My god the wailing!
the wailing in my heart! A blot
Of blood, about the size of the sun
Or my thumb. It was ages ago.
I can still hear it.
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This poem appeared in Cordite Poetry Review, 2024.
ABOUT OMAR SAKR
Omar Sakr is an award-winning poet with three collections, including Non-Essential Work (UQP, 2023), and a novel, Son of Sin (Affirm Press, 2022). (Source)
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