Between the icy cold mountain tops,
to the metal hounds of the bottom,
after coming out of the ah-ah house
alive and well,


I gave birth to my son.
there was no blood,
there was no pain
he never had to be circumcised


But he grew up fast among my friends,
and when I saw him next
he had already grown a little


We sat together and looked
at his family album pictures
I noticed I did not appear in it
and neither did his father


Pushed out, I was forced to leave
to let go of my place in Morpheus' realm
not knowing when I shall see my son again
with his pale skin and Kurtish face


I will have to trust the dream king
to take good care of him


But he probably won't.


Only now it occurs to me that
I had not given my son...




a name.