Q Q Bang Bang Poem by Reza Shantiya

Q Q Bang Bang



The painting that I
drew with these very hands
of (we don't fear) the night
I hung on the neck
of the sky
and with these very same hands
I commanded fire

The night that I had painted
was pregnant
and its stars bled
until this very morning

Someone was sprinkling salt on my
'In life there are wounds', I said go
I will surely talk to my shadow
and convince it
that definitely wounds
are the salt, the spice of life
Someone was sprinkling wounds
on 'my life'

I was taking off my fingers from your shoulder
I was loading my fingers that I had taken off from your shoulders
I was withdrawing my fingers that I had taken from your shoulder and loaded
I was not thinking of the moon

I am smoking it with your 'hold it',
the painting
that I drew from (we don't fear) last night

Translation: Maryam Ala Amjadi

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ro'ya Abdulaal 05 September 2009

Catching title, nice idea, well chosen words and a strong tone that I have felt. well done

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