The Expatriates Moan

Paralysis in thoughts

Tremble in drowsiness

And the morning on the verge

Of the fission

Like a glittering grain

Between two mountains

The earth is not capable of embracing it

Sends its meteors from time to time

Like appetizers before the main meal

In a five stars hotel.

The trees tremble

Barefoot

Their blood flows from their heart- the earth -

To climb its face - the branches –

And dye it in red color

Fear or shame

Like the girls’ cheeks that

Dangle like apples

Their bodies tremble

From the praise of the boys that’s

Dipped by appetite.

I dry my sweat

Moans kill me

Knouts whip me

And a languid moan far away

A miserable autumn moan

Climbs my lung

Ohhhhhh

From an unmerciful dawn

The shadow moans

And the forest’s night dissolves,

Crawling…….

Like a snake frightened  the morning’s eyes

The sky reveal to its vespers

The secrets of the dawn narrations

O this latent secret in myself

Slow down

If my country’s imagination got in motion

And appeared

I become frightened like a sunflower

O my sky’s sea don’t go down

The waves are violent this season

A biting winter

 I know .......

The wind is roaring and storming

And the coming flood is frightful

Or the bewitch coming is more beautiful

I don’t know

It will come with rainbows

The tailored black days

By the human's yellow teeth

Like my intestine by its yellow old age

Like dunes of the sand in forgotten desert

But ….

To where the way with my pain

You are the absentee about me and the present

is this mirage or sea?

for the sea worlds as I know

Ships

And fish

Swim in its intestines the adorers of God

Praise the God whatever in the sky

The sea is life

Not illusion

And the dunes of sand

Expatriates and blood

From Baghdad

To Raffha *

Till the grave.

* Raffha : city in Saudi Arabia

 Detroit  03 / 25 / 2004