DOWN

In the mess of my country

Life welds itself to somnambulism

As obedience to human diction

When death calls my name

In a country culture slap people

Tell people calmness is beatitude

In a society punishment is civilization

Not for those pinching human eyes

With needle that can’t stitch their wound

Fear ice my cracked bones

If I naked for religion

The secrecy of innermost secret

I hate worshipping penis

But red lip makes me

Scream for droplet of water

Slowly running from eyes

Pampered with Zestful finger

And down the Centrum of my heart

Is joy healing the wounds of penis?

Madly injured because of command

Saying my heart is gift for pleasure

And patience for sacrilegious authority

Like a child offer for reparation

Again, fear ice my brain

If I naked for religion

Like an unarmed soldier in battle

Fighting a war for opinion freely

In a country humans eat mess

Summon is prosecution

For me dropping the veil

Hiding me in captivity of Purdah

Inside cornucopia of death

In what can’t kiss hole again

But red lip kisses

A reality hard to doubt

Like Fatimah imagined as lesbian

They among us in contradiction

Seal with Sharia for public stone

Fidel Davynovich