In Love Of Thee Poem by Suhel Akram

insufflating; yet
the body dead
heart pounced, blood drunk
spilled in glasses of homecoming demons
flesh shred by
vulture off its flight
platting dinner of scavengers.
reating demons of darkness with
kings of flight,
sharing table glasses,
spilled blood, beaks
snatching flesh off anthropoid
alive insufflating.
why no pains still?
why no screams still?
how can he be?
how he be enduring?
not the poet finished
come him there his bewilderment
ending in antiphona from
skull with flesh liquefy
bones visible and flesh pound,
guarded by ribs missing;
singing he melancholic tune,
lyrics unraveling forlorn,
passed he days
saturdays to fridays
love "dame sans merci"
castigated he "dans la douleur"
antiphonated he the turns
happiness shivered death,
smiles paled to snivel,
dreams in eyes washed down
tears filling ocean of grief,
hopes fainted darkness,
even HE WHO IN HOLY BOOKS,
let rain show he wept,
at pain HE let him through,
submitten him in her hands.
as ends the songs,
passes tear poets eye
know he now why?
why is he be enduring?

writes the poet in
tongue he been
"amour est devine.
Lorsque l'amant est devine.
l'amour est la douleur.
la douleur que n'importe quoi peut vous donner.
Quand l'amour est thee."