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

Wind Breaker
 

1

Pile up the loose lines
O lover for pride
O anchorage of the sea
We are covered in darkness
And your wagon is the flame.

2

The warmth that we fancied
Like the morning that separated us
With full luggage
In pride of the errant wave
That destroyed the moon
As plank from glass.

3

The smile that broke
Like the teeth of the comb
And the moon alone
In the middle of the rocks
That turned red from shame
On the inattentive coasts
And the stars that went for a walk
Like the mermaids
In a forgetfulness island.

4

We watch the rain stop
Till the last drop of suicide
The wind that tore the waves
And the waves that cried on the rocks chest
Until death
Could we call this victory?

5

Who will rewrite our writing?
Who ….
And the waves that the coasts gathered
After suicide.

6

There, was the trembling port
Like a whale’s mouth without teeth
Crucified on the edge of the moon
Like a sun flower
Its neck Leviticus overboard.

7

Destroyed ships
The wind howls in them
Wet by the sun
Rot like teeth
Worn out from grinding too many years.

8

Wind Breaker
The coasts’ chests are nude
And the fish torn organs scattered
The light, any light
 Silently cries with absence

9

The red house
From the balconies, the crane jumps
On the mosses which
Its memory blocked the cypress.
Its windows are bent
On the nude masts
The wind drained its last sins
Its flash screams
Like a plundered moon of a young lady.

10

Wind Breaker
Who grows from the ground?
Who
Like bodies that race each other
To God’s fire
Without perishing.

 

 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely

Detroit 03 /16 / 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