My Legs Led Me To the Emptied House That Houses the Emptiness of Our Fathers
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"My Legs Led Me To The Emptied Apartments Of My Ancestors"
/My parents/teachers/peers/
told me nowhere on earth
is as silent as a graveyard
/Even mosques/not churches/not shrines/
are fitted to be compared to its lingering silent
atmosphere.& Today, I followed a friend to a garage,
after ruiner of happiness built an /unbreakable wall/
/unjumpable bridge/& an electrified fence/
to the beginning of a journey with /no ending/no returning
/of loneliness/& unpredictable destination/.
/But I heard the peeved laments
of heirs who preceeded their heroes/
/The weird sounds of wandering
souls finding their hosts/
The noisy violent wind that,
/erupts/sweeps/&gathers dreams/
Different noises of different tones from rooms,
/Pleading/threatening/protesting.
/Give back this life to me,
'ver would I go back to it/
/& If I can hide beneath tonight's darkness,
I'd strangle my wife's concubine/
/& they said death don't accept bribes,
Why'd he leave my father's father and take me/
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