MONSTERS

THE WORLD MIRROR / SHAKE HEARTS
18.9.2017

 

The ax cries on you
The one which –in the back-
Has cut your heart
In half
And shattered three ribs…
The bullet cries on you
The planes
The monsters
The prisons
And the flower as well

You know that twentieth
Is like the thirtieth
And the thirtieth is like the fortieth
The fiftieth as well
But the sixtieth is tough
Like a body that is cut with axes
Like a belly which is riven
In sight of the mother
Like a poor who dies on the ice
While ice lives

….

You know what is wrong
When the ax has hit your heart
It shouted an old name
It should be different name
But
I forgive you
Since
Who would forget those eyes!

 

Poem Aref Hamza (Amputated foot, 2006. Written in 2004). 
Translation from Arabic Shurouk Hammoud, 2017. 

Shake hearts column publishes poetry in three languages. 
Drawing Raed Zeno, 2013.