The Death cycle or the untagged corpse …


 

Crawling down the habitual

stairs -he knew-

to the occupancy of

the coffin he had before

 

Wrapping the white cloth

reminiscence of of

a day , in heaven

he was unwrapped ashore

 

Next to the ancient scars

yet again, fresh

 wound in the old corpse

Full of blood and gore ..

 

Laid on his right side ..

Facing the Qibla ,

Curled like a question mark

In the ground ground floor ..

 

Looking up to a light

Shimmering above …

Wondering …

God ..  Not again

 

TarekOfCairo

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Posted on August 17, 2012, in Photography, Poems and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Oh wow Tarek… great poetry…intensely powerful… seems symbolic of — life/death ~rebirth perhaps… he’s been through this ritual before, and remembers. Metaphors are so effective ~ much enjoyed!

  2. as for what i c…this s a lot of pain..ease ur soul .. pains are meant to revive our souls .. great pain>>>great soul

  3. The picture is incredibly mating with the meanings & the spirit .. This is a classy level of feelings for a sensitive poet !

  4. The Photo was taken in Bab Zweelah , one of the old gates of Cairo, it has everything to do with the poem .. may be I will reflect on that in another post .. thank you for the thought and the kind compliment .. you are so generous ..

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