Sheema  Kalbasi

Middle East

I dreamt that I was innocent
my naked skin
in touch with reality
and my soul was in search
to hear your -worldly- murmur: Peace

I offered you my love
wrapped in honesty
(pure to catch up with you)
shrunk with disbelief

I -asking you: Know me

with your gorgeousness
as you played with the waves
breaking one after another
taking them into your hands
touching them one after another

I wanted to be called with your name: just

what color was Peace?
the one you chose to paint me?
the one you narrowed into my heart and nested in my grave,
what color was it?

I am longing in my grave
to receive the flowers
with your hand written note: rest-in-peace
(my beautiful Middle East)



Sangsar

and thus
death  dances
all  around  me
(and  smiles  in the face of his latest prey)

dried
eyelashes
salted tears
no shorter than today

buried alive (stoned to death)



God

I come from a land
where god never exists

god¦
god

When the children called him
When the fathers called him
When the mothers called him
The sisters
Brothers¦

god
took his eyes out
cut his ears off
cut his tongue off
out of the dirty land (god) took his heart out

god banished that land!