What ails thee pilgrim of the mall
Mute' n earthen grief of the fall
Pushing beneath her branded mask
A chariot to manage her task
A writ of habeas corpus on paper:
'"Garden rocket" "lamp" and "mirror"'
For your inward eye and the terror
Of the still blast of oldhood and time
That left you with no dwelling
And the mall
What ails thee woman of language
And the fall?
*"Carrefour": name of a mall in Tunis. Literally, the French word means "crossroads."
Lazhar Bouazzi holds a PhD in English poetry and Critical theories from the University of Tunis.