Lily of Quito

by Imran Khan

Imran Khan received his degree from SOAS and teaches creative writing around South West England. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Across the Margin, DoveTales, The Seventh Wave, New Asian Writing, and elsewhere. Khan is a previous winner of the Thomas Hardy Award. Find him on Facebook here.

Beneath the sweat
Of my dive-bombing seventy-year-old flesh, my cradle of rib,
Destruction’s hollow

Bell tolled.
I begged you for safety,
Tied lilies to my garden fence,
Seven pledges
White and raw, spread out
Like lightening.

When our fences shook
With the promise of sabotage,
You came.

The lilies disappeared, their
Scents rattled through my flesh. Cranks of
Malice retreated through the high pines,
Would never be heard again.

I gifted you my best
Guitar and brought you clementines.
You fasted, threaded flowers
Through your blood. Next, I think
I’ll beg for peace, beg for our blasted horizons, I’ll
Beg for worlds undone, worlds we’ve watched burn,
Worlds on their backs squirming, I’ll beg for them to be
Cut open, histories streaming,
Then remade,
Sown up with lilies.

 


Imran Khan received his degree from SOAS and teaches creative writing around South West England. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Across the Margin, DoveTales, The Seventh Wave, New Asian Writing, and elsewhere. Khan is a previous winner of the Thomas Hardy Award. Find him on Facebook here.

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