Coup d'Etat

I’m comfortable with your confronting me
hurling, albeit politely, the epic query

haunting your ‘tolerance’ and a fever
to my soul. It’s frankly a relief

decoding the cryptic cause of my exile
in the context of considering your phobia. So

here, the facts: boys of my generation
marching in front of our tanks to eat into

the landmines. Women not unlike my mother
buried neck-deep for transgression

before having their heads smashed with rocks.
Your tongue has already tried obfuscations

avoiding the ‘sensitive’ appellation; I put
our minds at (some) ease by offering the term

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poem by Ali Alizadeh
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