In honor of the Egyptian holiday, Revolution Day, we present this work by one of Egypt’s greatest living poets.

I will receive your death
as the last wrong you committed against me.
I will not feel relief as you’d hoped.
And I will firmly believe
that you have denied me the opportunity
to diagnose the tumors
that lay dormant between us.
In the morning
I may be surprised by my puffed eyelids
and that the stoop in my back

has gotten sharper.