Yahya stood in the bathroom, looking into the mirror, trying to see the reflection of images in the television – a thousand hidden faces, twisting, kicking arms and legs captured by some impossible wreckage. He saw strangers and foreigners and pilgrims beyond the door.
And he began to wonder
about catacombs and
cathedrals, soccer fields and train depots
about the many
multiplied paintings of Christ’s crucifixion
about late night
diners and midnight drone attacks
And the glass shattered.
“What is this?” he asked as a wave of panic washed over him. It was the same question he’d asked ten, twenty, a hundred times before. The same quiet exhaustion. He wiped his face with a towel and got dressed. That’s when he decided to go looking.
...he went in
search of words
but there were none
to be found.
Proverbs 19:7b
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