What Am I To Do
Saaleha Idrees Bamjee

what am I to do with these strange women
holding up dead dolls, bloodied on my screen
swaddled in strips of calico, unravelling mummies
what am I to do with these crying fathers
and the bricks of bodies, the litter of limbs
just strewn about timelines and feeds stuffing
up the browser cache behind my eyes at night
dream disc error, cannot write-to-memory
I put my forehead to the ground
begin to download or upload
or whatever it is we do
when we ask God to start all over again.