POETRY Burmese Days by Shahilla Shariff I The alleys are blind, the streets are worn. Everyone has left, but tea is offered. Bone china cup, we’re together in a room with high ceilings, huge windows, polished floors. Overhead, a whirring fan. Outside, a city bares its soul through broken shutters and peeling walls. Lacquered silence. A river’s black onyx silts pure melancholy. Life here has the air of a dying art. 26 WLT SUMMER 2020 PHOTOS: SHAHILLA SHARIFF II Nothing is whole: a boy slices into his bone sawing a jade green stone; a girl spins silver thread stolen from the moon. There, one story ends and another begins, two characters in search of a future. Author’s note: After five years of exile in colonial captivity, the last Mughal emperor, Bahadur Shah Zafar, died in Rangoon on November 7, 1862. Frail and humiliated, nearing ninety years of age, he disappeared without a trace; the grass grew over his unmarked grave, making it impossible to locate. A Sufi and a poet, just before his death he wrote: “Not to be heard, not a spirited song; I am the voice of anguish, a cry of colossal grief. . . . Life comes to an end, dusk approaches; in peace I will sleep, sheltered by the grave.” Shahilla Shariff’s first poetry collection, Life Lines, was published in 2012 by Proverse Hong Kong. Her work has been featured in various anthologies and journals (see WLT, January 2017, 38). Born in Kenya, she is Canadian and lives in Hong Kong. III Tamarind, turmeric, betel nut. A monk billowed in sunset orange. A novice draped in shadowy dawn. Everything is stained, dyed or shorn. A cage loses its author, a tree begets a shrine, a wilted traveler drinks water from an incidental clay pot. The heat is trapped, but prayers are born. An old woman peers out of her window. A pigeon alights on a blackened ledge. A gray hair drifts into the pale light. A gray light drifts onto her pale hair. An anguished voice, its colossus grief, a lost emperor’s grave, his scripted sleep. We are all exiles here, but for a moment we abandon our fear, call that which is torn. WORLDLIT.ORG 27 ...