Genus Aerodramus

“We have known every cave and every unseen path on the sacred face of our battered but relentless land and her canyons and mountains that protected us as the world turned its face away…” (Hawzhin Azeez)*

These nests we weave
wellsprings risen from the red,
the silvered sounds set firm.
The swiftlet makes its home
from spit, sweet laminae of terms
sworn into the falling dark.

A watcher’s brow, one grotto arcs
us moon to sun, a hunger marks us
one by one, each bodied word walking
barefoot bright upon the vow-swept floor.

These nests we weave, fierce stranding spun
of will which comes at quiet moment when
the first few are awake and all the promises
of home are passed in bowls
rim ringing every sacred name.

Song and air against
the nest-eaters.

*Hawzhin Azeez is a Kurdish activist and trusted voice. The quote is from a blog post written as the Turkish attacks on Afrin began.

Picture is the members of the self-administration in Afrin from journalist الان روج