Two Poems by Ali Znaidi

Digital Flesh

Flesh
recycled/
Flesh
in social media/
Flesh is digital/
Facebookian flesh
tastes like wires
& cables/
Venus is watching over/
Perhaps her flesh
wants its share
of digitization/
& recycling/
A dream of evenings
drenched by
dampness
of digital flesh/



Mockery

In fields similar to black ash,
over a scarecrow,
a crow
disguised in pigeons’ white
feathers
is learning graceful movements
& experimenting with cooing,
trying to invent
seductive songs
[sardonic tunes]
—luring hymns
of sirens.
Sporadic cooing
has gone with the wind
across a body of black,
& bursts of laughter
are echoing across
fields similar to black ash.