A poem written by Ali Taha Alnobani
A
metallic alien object with plastic gaze
Without
emotions, and no feelings
It
holds tapered forceps and a magnifying glass
It
runs on the empty street
Like
a spooky ghost
Like
an absurd robot
His
eyes are round, red
His
nose is crunchy squared
And
his voice is like air when it comes from the hole of a sick object
***
Now
he forbids meetings and life
He
collects viruses and malicious objects
In
our empty days
In
our not completed spring
Nothing
remains of the noise of our days except a pale screen
And
a fading light burns eyes
Nothing
remains of familiar speech except A rigid spokesperson claims intelligence and
ingenuity
In
a world filled with absurdity and idiocy
Leave
me alone
The
city has become a shroud of poems and beautiful songs
The
streets curl around the cold minerals
Like
a love that dies
***
We
were there
Facing
dangers
Enjoying
adventures
We
live or die
Until
that thing came
From
the craziness and madness
To
plant us in the deaf rock
No
blossom
No
songs
No
love, no burning
***
What
does the insane object want?
Does
he know that the end is like the beginning?
It
lives inside us
We
seek in life everyday
We
are not afraid
we
drink water and drought
But
what kills us
It
is you
O
the enemy of life
everything
escapes from you even the viruses and diseases
O
revered fool
Like
the prestige of destruction
And
like the pathway interruption
***
Leave
me alone
I
would like to go to my destiny
Death
is a very old story
I
saw it a lot in the sad steps
In
the frustration of traveling and stress
And
in childbirth which mixed with crying
Death
is a very old story brings me back to my mother where I grew up as spring
There
I
collect all beautiful tales
From
my dear sun
Then
flowers shine in my eyes
And
you
You
are the killer of storyteller and the story
You
are the maker of long funerals
And
the maker of the tragedy with your damned lights with your
shit screaming
And
your false affection
***
Leave
me alone to embrace the soil once
and
embrace the stars other
I
never signed on your chaos
I
did not agree to burn my spirit in your damn hell
I
am the poem of the earth and the sky
I
am a hymn came to breathe freedom before the air
***
1/4/2020
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