By Fathi Muhadub | Tunisia
From Arabic Dr. Yousef Hanna | Palestine
Tutankhamun saluted me
He was pulling a cart to transport sick mummies,
Tired of thinking about the Origin of Species.
How to build luxury apartments,
In the suburb of eternity…
I saw fog howling in a forest
Like a wounded wolf.
I saw bulls bitterly crying.
I saw a naughty tree
Carrying a coffin on her shoulders,
Running on the rocks of my imagination,
Calling out every bird by its name,
And staring at my face
Like a sad mother
Her creaking joints resemble
The Rhythm of Morisky’s Obsessions.
I found out that I have secret readers
They usually lie down by my side
All night long
And in the daytime, they carry my poems
And they flee
Rare pieces of art from an abandoned museum
I’m a fighter of words bulls,
Woodpecker of metaphor,
A terrorist chasing the wolves of the meaningless,
Maker of secrets keys
With two alchemy wings,
I transform birds of abyss
Into pure gold.
I fly far away
Amazed by my royal crown
No land can hold my wings
He looks at me from above,
A shy bronze eagle,
Pointing his gun at many farmers,
Followed by Neo-Peripatos,
Mummified birds from Adam’s core,
Drunk from Homer’s hordes,
Mysterious soldiers of cane,
Statues fled from a church
And from a neurotic priest’s whiplash.
I have been dead since decades
A peacock visits me on Thanksgiving Day.
Oblivion shines my tombstone
With two tears of diamonds.
I rarely go out to a cafe
Or a pub…
I tame my contradictions in the opera house
Hades arrested me on a sniper trip
As time went on,
Pragmatic dead chased me
drawn out batons and lashes
They tracked me down
Because I killed a moon in the prime of his sleep.
At the end of the aisle
Gunnar Ekelöf saluted me
Carrying a sad river on his shoulders,
Accompanied by a crystal dog.
When I stared in his deep cloud
He flew with my wings of (Saadi Shirazi)
Leaving his laughing horse
In front of the widow’s window.