Skin Is Mortal
If my nostrils were bigger
My inhales would last forever
Then,
I can breath.
Firstly. Profoundly. deeply
Fill my atom with Suns
A glittering flowing breath
fly elaborately to Cairo
Sit on a nightly spot
Warming the center of the world
close the book
let dust manifest
Why do we insist on coming back
If we hate it here so much
Why do we come to life
The skin enveloping you
Is no match for the windy state
Skin up my child
Reach out and fortify
When they tried to kill 'your people'
They killed all peoples
Death have no skin
Skin is mortal
Copyright © Manar Ammar | Year Posted 2015
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