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A Street of Silent Shadows
A STREET OF SILENT SHADOWS Tonight is the fist night of the rest of my life I am counting the voices in my head- they are twenty two. They say: Until you are twenty seven, you are not yet a man But I am already a cave of unfulfilled dreams And an inn of a thousand and one whores That hold the body of their lovers in lust And in everything that reminds saints of hell But still call God out of his solace place I never knew I was the colour of grieve Until I found a part of me In every home in this close And in the mouths that say the name of this city And in every posters and billboards and flags That survived the war that silenced this street A man will walk upon my skin tomorrow- barefooted. I will watch as he crosses over I do not need to wear granites, or need to shave For his footprints will be in blood that never dries He has settled with his heart And he has chosen the only path to freedom Do not call me names you do not know Do not search your mother's tongue For I am neither flesh, nor bone, nor muscle In the body of language I am the unsettled wind That carries every remain of war I am the street of shadows- searching the burning mirrors for their owners In wetness and silence.
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