The Case Of Man

Well, at entrances of all cities, there sits a monster as huge as a puzzle.
He asks; travelers still give the wrong answers before being devoured.
There comes a man with two legs, two hands, two eyes, two ears, a cluster of teeth and with only one brain, so;
At morning, he follows his lips.
At mid-day, he runs after his waistline.
When evening shadows descend, he looks for his withering memories.
Before dawn, the tale comes to its end, or it might just begin.

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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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