Munaf Al-Sheikh
A City of Stairs
Flood, flood, flood…
Every Tear is a dead-dream-burdened burden.
Oh, Mother! A sin...
It is a curse fixed…
It is the Son-lover.
A city of throes and crawl: A flood lynches another…..
Cute tears are circumcised ــــــــــــ A stair.
Names, in the name of Scythe, are numbered ــــــــــــ A stair.
Crawl….
Closer closer, sacred Stair!
The bones scrunch and the eyes blur.