A Request

Over here
The time stops
In the wide corner from the cosmos,
The time stops
In domains that infinite
From doorsteps of shooting stars,
The time stops
Everywhere,
The time stops.
Then
The demonstrations follow in succession
From all sides
From all people
those who were born and died,
Those who were born
and are still alive,
And those who will be born,
Carrying candles
That spurt vermillion blood,
And the signs they tore
From the blue clearness of the Iraqi sky
Written on
"God"
Hasn't Iraq's ground had enough blood poured on?

Detroit

4/5/2004

The Prey's Buzz

1
The resurrection
Its afterglow
Burns the face of the sunset.

On Earth
Thirsty
 That dream.

 The deep-black ash's thirst
Is the border's drizzle.

2

The ocean blood's cascades
Is a mirror of the water's afterglow,
Processions
Assailing from a distance
On her two shoulders
Dangles
The angles' b-r-o-k-e-n wings.

3

The night
 Wounded such as the day.

Necks without tin hats
Ready for the cutting.
Children's feet
Yearning for a red balloon.

4

The butterflies' soughs
That they breathed
The new spring of life,
Alone...
Awaits
The envy of the flowers.

The souls
That tore apart their bodies
Also accept the wail.
The mothers
Returning like captures
From the collective cemeteries
With compassion steps.

5

The skulls of the dead
Sunk by absence
And forgetfulnessِ
Rose their lips.

The smile of the meeting
Shone
After the first wipe
On yesterday's nearest lips.

6

In the night
As soon as the doors close
And the light turn off
alone Mothers
Pray
For a dream's whisper
Passing behind the clouds.

7
Foxes
Cooking the soup
Of the sun
Which parted life
Last night.

8

Our back yards,
Streets,
And date palms
Are without heads
Its shiny hair
A cobweb.

In the killing angles
Is the prey's buzz.
 

 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely

 Date: 07 / 02 / 2006
 

A Mug of Water

A Mug of Water

Nude and slender
The dawn opens its eyes,
In-between its eyelids
A polar twilight,
A tremble...
Dangled
The sky's arms.
Fading,
Like the morning star,
A rhythm ...
On the flow of pains,
Vapor of the head
Loosens its ambush ...
The things are servile
Like the far away horizon…
Earth,
Like a blue drop of circumference
In the dark corner
Its light: the stars.
Centers
Come and go
Heavy blindness
Pervades the circumference,
And the dawn
Possessor of white hair
Emits his intestine's crowds
And gnaws the aim.
Dome Blue eyes
Dangles
From depth of the maze…
Eyelashes covered by branches,
Created Like the haze of canyons
And hide the secret.
An eternal desert
Golden cinctures
Dances in-between ear and ear
Its gray tail
The depth of circumference.
The summit of the patch slides
Like a surreal pole
And in a gelatinous cave
An earthy progeny lime
Like the tropic snakes Inhaling the fire.
And then for the vapor be
From coronation of a lie like a coronet!
But the truth
Like the air which we inhale,
Mug of a water Achromatic,
Taste,
And smell.
I hear the gulf under the rocks,
To sheathe my soul
In the veins of my bones,
I watch it slide
As a fish In the neck of a bird.

Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely