Anon’s Battle Song | Hibah Shabkhez

We are the faces of anon
Huddled and grey and unfree:

We flee before the flood
We flee before the flame
When our scythes have farmed blood
We go back home in shame

We are the hands that go on
Planting in each field a tree.


Hibah Shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, a teacher of French as a foreign language and a happily eccentric blogger from Lahore, Pakistan. Her work has previously appeared in Black Bough, Protean, Ideate, Songs of Eretz, Sparks of Calliope, The Dawntreader and a number of other literary magazines. Studying life, languages and literature from a comparative perspective across linguistic and cultural boundaries holds a particular fascination for her.

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Qu’ele Trenche Fer Come Fust | Hibah Shabkhez

The legends tell us nothing was ever
Simple for those in Camelot

But we read them as stick-men only, for
Valiant deeds and evils o’erthrown
For choices as clean-cut as drawing or
Not drawing a sword from a stone

For Excaliburs to save us from thought
And pain, henceforth and forever

 


Hibah Shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, a teacher of French as a foreign language and a happily eccentric blogger from Lahore, Pakistan. Her work has previously appeared in Black Bough, Protean, Ideate, Songs of Eretz, Sparks of Calliope, The Dawntreader and a number of other literary magazines. Studying life, languages and literature from a comparative perspective across linguistic and cultural boundaries holds a particular fascination for her.

Blog: hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com
Twitter: @hibahshabkhez
Facebook: facebook.com/hibahshabkhezsarusaihiryu/
Instagram: @shabkhez_hibah