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

A Bier of the Long Winter
 

1

Winter

Every evening
I enter a bier of the long winter
Its blue dawn
Pierced by the stars
In its light the planets run rangy
The moon wears a tent of clouds
The rain licks its wound interior
The cold adheres in its eyelashes
In soughs of its eyes
And in its clay
The stars become muddy

2

They Bask

In the old train station
The ruin of the latter war
The blown blue paint
Rust dyes it
Inside the cars
The klaxons of their soaked eyes
Are lowered like empty pockets
Their eye’s quarries are foam from
The stickiness of the light
In the smoke of rust they bask
And they sleep in an evening
On the other bank of life

 3

Moan

Whenever in inadvertence
A moan flames unintentionally
And burns the branches
From above the trees of life

 

 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely

 Date: 05 / 02 / 2004

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