Corpse 1 Poem by nadia abduljabbar

When a woman is to be
Stood up by a guy-
Wonder I-
She cries wih burning
Tears not for the man;
For he might cease
Existing,
But for the strangled
Emotion and passion,
She cries oh yea
She does do so,
To my awe;
But for the promised
Beautiful future
That was about to flower;
To glow,
The FUTURE
That she was preparing
For knighthood and chivalry,
That now lay dead before
Her swollen eyes,
She can’t bury
The rotten breathless
corpse nor bring
It back by herself
To life.

Jeddah,

May 10 2014