Fady Joudah

October 13, 2013 Fady Joudah



The blind hobo who returned

or it seemed that he had followed me before

had carious teeth and his lips were like those of stillbirths in Fallujah


Cyclops aren’t a fable some nascent human genome could have pulled

and other monstrosities off

into viability


in our version

of depleted uranium no baby

makes it out of nativity alive


The blind hobo wore laceless tennis shoes sockless style

didn’t smell his dishevelment

wasn’t threatening his hearing


kept on my tracks

as he mouthed off menacing things

but that’s only hearsay


I drubbed the ground as fast as I could

with hands and feet

as if I were Hagar ‘s tremors for holy water


And I when I lost him

I lost the way home

Fady Joudah’s most recent poetry collection is Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance (Milkweed Editions, 2018).