No out
A man coming home from work saw a shadow
a figure leaning against a dead olive polishing
his hoofs and sharpening his scythe.
The man said no, you are too young to harvest
he then took a plane to Madrid
where he got employment at a legal office.
the first day, he knocked on the door
death sat in the chair and said
from now on, you are my helper
Go back home and dispose of your parents and their
time has come, greatly disturbed
the man took a plane home
and the death was leaning against an olive tree
a shadow on a sunny autumnal
day. In the house, his parents said they had buried
their son, but they did not see or hear him,
and the man knew that henceforward he was
Death`s little helper.
the lack of empathy
Old people are made to feel
it is their duty to die and give
room for a new generation
of fewer and fewer births
The right to abortion is, by law
every woman's right
Henceforward survivors will
have shining bikes, playground
is of a past not revisited
A world inhabited by monsters
Don't laugh at turbid winter-wine brewed by farmers,
In an abundant year there is plenty of food for visitors.
The pathway along hills seems to run into a dead end,
There pops up a village amidst the willows and flowers.
Dressed in ancient simplicity, playing the flute and drum,
The farmers are rehearsing for the Spring Ritual Prayers.
I wish I could henceforward visit the village anytime,
Walking with a stick and calling on the austere villagers.
(Tran.)
The Escape
A man coming home from work saw a shadow like a figure leaning against
an olive tree it was Death, polishing his hoof and sharpening his scythe.
The man said no, not me I`m too young to be harvested he then took a plane
to Madrid in Spain where got employment in lawyer`s office.
At the first day, he knocking on the door death sat in the chair and said;
from now on you are my helper. Go back home and dispose of your parents their
time has come, greatly disturbed the man took a plane home and death stood
leaning against an olive tree a shadow on a sunny autumnal day. In the house,
his parents said crying the had just buried their son, they didn't see or heard him,
and the man knew that henceforward he was Death`s little helper.
This story is based on a Syrian story of a man riding from Damascus across
the desert in the night to Baghdad to avoid death but a drone picked him up
thought the horse was a jeep and fired off a rocket, the man had to walk, to
Baghdad, but without water and dates he died of thirst and hunger
An unconditional love will be my reward
The one and only that proves his love henceforward
True love is an exhilarating feeling state
Open your arms to a wonderful bliss instate
12-7-2015
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