Crosslight for Young Bird
By Asiya Wadud
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FINALIST FOR THE 2019 HURSTON/WRIGHT AWARD
An urgent and vital debut collection of poems that mixes ekphrasis with reportage to draw a new narrative of our present-day migration crises
Crosslight for Youngbird explores the slipperiness of borders, as well as borders’ tentacles: mother tongue, language and mastery, citizenship and nationality, migration and flight. These poems are concerned with the demands we make on our body, the limits of those demands, and ultimately, how everyone inhabits space.
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Crosslight for Young Bird - Asiya Wadud
PART I
northern wheatear see water
...and either I’m nobody, or I’m a nation
Derek Walcott, The Schooner Flight
home 16 ways
In Swahili ndege means bird and airplane, intertwined. En a new patois ndege significa pajaro na Flugzeug.
To speak of a young bird is to say nothing of its boomerang comeback. Let alone its able wings. Let alone its constitution. And of its webbed feet as metronome. And eyes a gilded staid light. And gaped golden teeth. And tongue a ready supplicant. Small body roundly racked with pain. Who keeps watch through these thickets, young bird? To speak of a young bird is to say nothing of its glistening plumage. And nothing of its matted plumage. And nothing of its missing plumage. Whose downy feathers know no borders. Whose supple mind learns mother tongues? Whose strong jaws to claim the sounds? Say Amira. Amira. Say Fatima. Fatima. Say Mustafa. Mustafa. Say pillage. And Mash’allah. For the storm. That’s come and gone. Young bird fed from birth. Bismillah calca make da bone firm. Bismillah many ways to call a home. Bismillah a bevy beats, syncopated — with our gangster country we always love.
And in any language it’s the same: bird is airplane, intertwined. The ascendant. The ancients. The son. The waters. That swell. That keep. The anchor. So urgent. Won’t burnish or shank my home. And if it does there are 15 new ways to say home
Keleti. Lampedusa. Calais. Quietude. Mash’allah. Hamburg. Patera. Skorskog. A sovereign nation’s peace flag. And 16 ways to say home. After home is a bounty. After home is wrought in name alone. And after it’s a new shame. A savage pummeling at the Balkan border. Young bird, wings relent. But Mash’allah always: a crisp, clean shrift.
Newbird, you will find the air here easier on your two lungs. You will see some searching eyes. Some webbed feet as metronome, other tongues other supplicants. Know most untamed birds come in peace and just a few to feast on carrion. Everybird has a God. Everybird has a compass in its brain. Young bird, your plumage is coming in full, velveteen, shirking doom. We’re lucky. Sisi ni bahati. Our fortune. Insh’allah. The will. The ascendant.
Lida meet lorry
after Parndorf
Her name was Lida. From the family of Rahm. Someone loved the baby and boarded her on a northbound lorry. They began their journey in Röszke. Revved the engine maybe, standing room only, undoubtedly. The man at the wheel, Mitko, I wonder where he keeps his own humanity. Tucked in a hull abut his neat steady breathing. Maybe a wallet photo of his own mother to remind him he’s still breathing. Shame he won’t extend outstretched to the 71 asphyxiating.
Imagine for a minute the calm sure that bade them. Slick near the edges but a near god to keep them. Mothers outstretched. Arms that cupped them. Teeth that made the pleading sound, reunion. Heavy tongue envelop them. Papers that name them. Maybe Aamir. Maybe Hassan. Maybe empire. Maybe break back. And some the red sun. And among them those who bade the quick