Over Those Houses

Over Those Houses prose poem

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Over those houses, melts a cloud.
Liquid lead leaks from the ceiling of our ancient skies.
Foggy damns still come out of the land’s bottom, since a sword had ripped off Earth, which had been then bandaged by an explosive charge.

Over those houses, a lost dove passes by.
Virtual joy flees from bosoms paved by sighs.
A one-eyed shooter kills Saladin’s(1) homing pigeons and robs the mail.
A river prepares for a trip to a sea iron-fenced.
Mothers borrow from Al-Khsnsa(2) a salt particle for their last tear.
Prayers, while losing shooting accuracy, hit heaven with fatal wounds.

Over those houses, a craw flies.
Genitalia are piled on a mucous clod.
A war aircraft fires at hell.
Cities’ plazas overflow with fireworks and illusions.
A skeleton is crucified on the last wooden bar in Aleppo.
And, at the white house, Zeus’ spouse tightens the cords of last plots.

Over those houses, time retreats.
Hulagu’s(3) wife asks to gift her with a set of diamond ignorance.
The first serpent replaces tusks with a smooth tongue and piles up poison in tails shooting by the Sultan’s rifles.
Big Ben goes backwards to wipe out Gandhi’s steps on sand.
While here, in the Middle East, Noah byes a Yacht for only one passenger.

Over those houses, universe shrinks.
A Turquoise(4) song hangs from a torn kite.
Gods’ words inflame.
Trapped hearts murder the mercy section in a city called Cairo.
A star goes away and never comes back.
Sacred hymns are slaughtered beneath rainbows.

Over those houses, a sparrow of smoke passes by.
Another year flees from calendars of the poor.
A new year works as a register of fake history.
Eve covers her nudity by festival lights.
A she-donkey splits her hoof at a cosmetic saloon, so to ruminate books which she’d eaten, and administers the world by a cellular phone.

Here resigns the fire-bird.
Here, on the wrecks, at banks of rivers overflowed with powders, brimstone flowers and shame sprouts.
Author’s Footnotes:
(1) Saladin is the famous Arab-Islamic leader who fought Crusaders and forced them to leave Jerusalem, known to have efficiently used homing pigeons for delivering messages.
(2) Al-Khansa, a nickname for a famous female Arab poet, at the 7-th century AD, known as mourning for her brother’s death for tens of years. Al-Khansa means the crier.
(3) Hulagu Khan is a Mogul leader, who occupied the Arab empire and is defamed for throwing the books of Baghdad huge library in the rivers Euphrates and Tigress, so the water had been black for months.
(4) Turquoise means in Arabic and Persian: Fayrooz, which is the nickname of the famous Lebanese singer, who has a song for the kites.

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Fareed K. Ghanem

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I am 58 years old, from eastern Galilee, Israel (Palestine). I studied English literature, psychology and Law at the Hebrew university (Jerusalem). In the last three years, I published three books of which is dedicated to prose poetry. You are invited to visit the Facebook page Shadows of Water, where I publish my prose poems I translate to English.
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