“[The Dead, Floating Toward Syria]”

Content Warning

This work grapples with war and genocide.

An image of an erasure poem. It reads: the sun-scorched head of the River was colored red by a desert man, a girl, orphan like him, and me. So Our large souls are in friendly relations with the desert. They always tell me how the River had shut its eyes.

“[The Dead, Floating Toward Syria],” Inscape Journal, Vol. 43.1 (Winter), April 2023, page 95.

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