Three Poems

LIGHT IN HIS SMILE

There is always so much of an angel Living on every mother’s scarf Who speaks in their fears? It knows and will glow When it matters even more Threads of thin silver strands Rejoice at the feet of cherub sons and daughters Love i have professed What indeed is returned? A dove and poetry wrapped in a ribbon A story that will one day tell. RIVER EUPHRATES There must be healing power someplace You close your eyes to our demands Set sail frigates without worthy occupants Instead, your tongue only licks our toe Driving us into oblivion Has our land not ridiculed us enough? Has our tears not flowed unend? We’ve decided to borrow more from suckling ones Take a look at this chaffed palm Striking hard on hired tambourine Last night... They spend endless days cursing dry bones Where was their mouth piece? Drunken inside a trance That thrives in wickedness Label on empty schnapps bottle reads: Our elders are wayward What covenant drove them wild on our behalf? Dark clouds curl all over dozen of portraits We were not even fetus yet This burden ate up ignorant bloodline Embrace our waters like the days of old. FAMINE IN PLACE OF BREAD Beautiful crystal Soaked in worn wheels How is it your land smiles? No more than long gone Hiroshima Your name still lingers at the tip of your lip It gazes back into a magician’s top hat Nothing seems ready for departure Hungry landmines feast from naked carcass Exhaling black soot from iron lungs Let us all fall into the sky together Before we bury our now sacred soul Our words mean nothing Only blank noise.