Not your first journey
As you return monsters await to reverse pen put to paper
Rostam has been slain, celebrate they roar
The vast distance from here to your soul
Echoing the roaring of monsters seeking you
taught no hope with roars
no Trembling Rostam with you o’ soul, hollow
set the horizon ablaze with your love, extinguish your hope with your tongue, roaring monster coming to defend
roaring monsters steal breath
for in between stood a mirage of love
boundless roaring of monsters
echoing, near
roaring of pain was a prison so huge, grounding your bones into sprinkles of submission
from shame of impotence, roaring of monsters leading mirth drinking on the corpse of freedom
Erudite
in the art of suffering of many
Beast is here to defend wheels grounding bones of love, passion, freedom, hope
Taslim . . . taslim . . .here, here, here
Soon,
you will have hoards of roaring monsters screaming from the depths of hell
Reaching for your throat squeezing, screaming, slashing
freedom from your lungs
Soon,
you will have hoards of roaring monsters spewing words of “empowerment for women”
Reaching for your throat to squeezing, screaming, slashing
freedom from your lips
Soon,
you will have hoards of monsters roaring to cut you to pieces, dragging and ripping your body apart claiming “Allah Akar.”
Reaching for your throat to squeezing, screaming, slashing
freedom from your eyes
Soon, you will have hoards of monsters with fangs out to pluck your eyes to pour freedom of Taslim in those sockets.
Reaching for your throat to squeezing, screaming, slashing
freedom from your face
Soon,
you will have hoards of monsters stealing the memories of love, passion, freedom, family from those empty sockets.
Reaching for your throat to squeezing, screaming, slashing
freedom from your tongue
Soon,
you will have hoards of monsters coming to defend Taslim with peace, freedom and love, as they pour hot molten love in your veins.
Reaching for your throat to squeezing, screaming, slashing
freedom from your hands
Soon,
you will have hoards of roaring monsters, pulling, smiling, screaming, pulling, reciting the devil’s sirens, pulling the rope around your neck, until the red leaves your lips.
Reaching for your throat to squeezing, screaming, slashing
freedom from your feet
Soon, you will have hoards of monsters, smelling your breath, smelling your eyes, smelling your lips, squeeze every word of love, mute
Soon,
you will have hoards of monsters, burying memories, love for life, love for the piece of earth you till, path your mother took to fetch water, bread, her gardens
burying your father’s tears, his hands, cutting his tongue uttering – I forgive you for you know not
STIRRING dissolve HUMANITY
They are here, they are here . . .
Taslim . . . taslim . . . Taslim . . . taslim . . .
