The Symphony of the curly eyes
By : Ghadah Kamal :
A curly eyes
A single artery crucified on the wall .
boxes of Sulfur without ceiling
Black bags at the clinic’s door
The clinic packed with hanged fetuses
The smell of blood smells from Butcher’s shops .
The voices of the birds that begging
on the edge of the altar ,
the Crows are waiting for the massacre
Children cuffed in uniform on the edge of the sidewalk waiting
Drunks go back to their holes .
A woman spreads her underwear and bedding ,
To mesmerize the world with what her beauties did with her Bull at the night .
Banner of the doctor who injects Botox inside hearts .
Billboards about Beauty ,
and Billboards about new compounds ,
Lame old bus .
At the edge of the end of the road ,
there is a woman embraces two children ,
and there is a Music from some home ,
and the trumpets of the cars .
Then she embraces her babies And jump in the river .
The girl smiles at the entrance of the clinic
Welcome to our liposuction clinic .
Voice in front of black bags .
Boy, carry these stinky bags .
The birds at the edge of the altar are crying ,
and the crows are screaming , Then a woman floats over the Nile