With my own hands, I shall open the future’s curtains.
With my own hands, I shall write my poems.
With my own hands, I shall write the pronouncement for my last day.
With my own hands, I shall illustrate the shape of words.
With my own hands.
The symbol is a letter that runs and meanders,
Going up and down, waning, rolling,
Making circles around piles.
And the pens run dry,
And the curtains are up.
Publication excerpt from Ibrahim El-Salahi. Prison Notebook, 1976. The Museum of Modern Art, New York, 2018.