Poems

Bye Peace


Enfeebled dove watches catharsis
A faded olive tree leaf attaches on old wall
Stops shouting, stops flying, stops walking
Aphophis now on the stage
Guns on hands, bombs on shoulders, grenades in bags
Flames devours body and soul with desire

The dove still on rocker
No energy rocking back and forth more
Hawk screams on the top old building
A nice little smile on the lips
“I am retired”
Olive tree’s leaf falls
The light’s extinguished
The stage now full of dark play

Angels now have blind eyes
Weapons as god’s sticks
Blood as wine, very intoxicated
Flesh as delicious meat
The Stage will be shattered