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.

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Written and Translated by : Said Alwaely

Detroit 03 /16 / 2004