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Drunk Pearls of Blood
by Muhammad A. Al Mahdi

Thursday, May 05, 2005
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Farida Sma'ili's a rose in the early hours of morning


Startling are the pearls of blood


In the instant when the flesh is unaware


No, this blood is my own


It is sweet and intoxicating


It cries into your ears


And into your eyes


With their looks fresh as mint tea


With all it takes to kill and revive


All that I cannot say


I carried loads and dirt beneath the window of your office]


I broke down and spat blood


I smiled up at you stretched out on the road


You turned your face in disgust


Drink, heart, till oblivion dawns


As this dog called life has its way in the gutters


Every summer 'Aysha travels to Paris


Et elle va bien!


The star of the East is reborn


When Sheikha Remitti rouses the drunkards


Vienne, Chouchou, ma petit etoile


Et donne-moi


Le grandeur de ton trahison


Et laisse-moi pleurer avec toi


Nos coeurs sont sans memoire


Et nous mourons doucement


The flowers of this betrayed temple


And its thousand burning fragrances


Speak of nothing but doors slammed in our faces


And erect glistening knives on their nightly hunt


For predators


Madame Aicha, pliant, sweet and sharp as a snake


Sings of the pain of him who


After a night of forgetting


Awakes in agony


I was a crippled donkey who


On its way through dusty alleys


Broke down in front of your eyes


Your sea-green eyes turned


To be imprisoned in my martyrdom


When I shouted your name


You were embarassed and helpless


My blood has overwhelmed me


O girls of Wahran


You who wear sea stars in your navels


Nature has preserved pleasures in suffering, too


I guarded your sleep. He took you


With his eyes


I thrust the dagger deep


Into his heart


Like a poisoned arrow my hatred ejaculated


In the rival's entrails


My honour was pure


For a moment I forgot the hunger


My blood is hot as fire


For a moment I forgot the pain


You call me beautiful


Smiling your smile beyond sin


And forgiveness


I am a thorn in your flesh


Our madness is stained with love


We long for obsession


My green-eyed darling


Moon-eyed dawn


Humiliation stung our flesh


Since the day we were born


Like a poisonous spear from the dark


Ya awliya Allah


Inscribed on prison walls:


We are separated by great distances


I sought love


But all I have known was suffering


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Reviewed by Nordette Adams 5/15/2005
The themes of individual internal conflict, questions of morality, mass betrayal of one's own people to consort with the enemy for the sake of pleasuring the flesh and of gaining acceptance or being assimilated by the oppressor, the struggle to retain identity, the suffering and humiliation of being cast down as beasts of burden, and the chasm of suffering and misunderstanding so parallels that of the African Diaspora experience in America that it says to me the same Spirit of Chaos works throughout the world to destroy humanity. A powerful and thought-provoking piece, Muhammad, if I'm understanding any part of it at all. ~~Nordette
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 5/7/2005
Sad but lovely and of course, I can relate. Thank you for sharing this gift, Mahdi. Love and peace to you. Regis
Reviewed by jude forese 5/5/2005
powerful poem! luv the title ...
Reviewed by E T Waldron 5/5/2005
Beautiful poetry on sad, and confrontational topics!...;-)


Alrisha
Reviewed by Cathrine Hottran 5/5/2005
sad write!
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 5/5/2005
a sad write, muhammad, but very well done! powerful stuff!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :(
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