Poetry Wedding

No more spoken

I know your pain well

He's in pain.

No more silent

...

Sudanese pregnant

No more of my girls

Falling from the sky to a cypress fork

Blue lighted beauties

But I still

In a tree

On a rock

I'm waking up.

Bloody mouth

Every time he says his name

Seven steps up

Love

As if I did

Commemorating a fucking snake

A golden pedestrian

Three oily arrows

This horned iron horn

Throwing his foal

Look at the ancestors' language.

With my anger

Forty hearth burners

Over forty

Forty prayer

Forty-ported

Forty Key

Forty mind

Forty Days

I've burned a lot.

A mouth on each face

Thousand language in each mouth

On the forty days

Al dragon sleepy sleepy

I Bas

So full of days

Spattering at night

A lifetime of ours

...

I know the city you live in

He's in town

No more spoken ...