Hussein Shariffe : Mogran

Off that point of confluence

Where two unlikely waters meet

Hot and cold,

In a mad betrothal of incompatibles;

Off that darkness

Of muddied hairy tongues;

Sleep drowned eye

Hugging the waves insomnias

You house your great oblivion

Do you remember

What sudden atrocity of buried suns

Made you glide through the stoniness;

Uncoiled your pythons

Convulsed your birth?

God’s venom!

Now you lie

Smeared with the crusted blood of harnessed lavas.

Your corrugated tentacles

Spread out as a beggars palm

Waiting for mercies

Except to revert

To the void

Of your primal state;


And the voice of nothing.

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