The occupied territories
By Reza Sami Gorgan Roodi
August 16, 2001
write a pattern of barbarity
in the twilight of the sky;
they weep the dark song of a divided city.
The nocturnal beasts
invade the night's shell of loneliness.
rises from behind the barbed wires
with blood on her face.
The venomous clouds
creep in from behind the dark hills
to camourflage the wounded trees.
howls through the armoured vehicles
throwing his ragged shirt over the fields.
as the storm besieges the sea.
The stranded reeds
experience moments of displacement.
blast bullets into the skulls.
The desert of eternal madness
roars as dark as death.
In these folded territories of blood and loneliness
is a lunatic
the back of
sweet wounded children,
wearing the tattered coat of their skins,
firing their flesh into the air.
-- 19 March 2001