A Morsel of Stones
In the womb of warmth
Nine months sleeping
Till Pain woke me up
Fear brought me up
Through cloudy days and burning nights
I sang lone song of woe
Of the sun and of the moon
Letting a long winter
Stretch
Of the wind and of the heat
Hurling
A handful of stones
Yes
Stones, stones, stones
I had asked for bread
Copyright © Nasser Alabdali | Year Posted 2014
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