Foxes With Golden Fur Poem by AbdelAziz Alhaider

Foxes with golden fur
abdelaziz alhaider

Yesterday.. not so faraway
It is still under the skin
Its screaming in the poem
In the city streets.. the forest
In the rubble
Under the eroded walls
And broken eyes…. Crumbling eyes
As the hunger comes from the depth of the night
From nudity roads
And the bodies of the dead - killed - immigrants
It comes
Yesterday is a black rose
Floating over a stagnant memory of burning pitch
Yesterday is a blue disappointment
eatingin the flesh of openedhands
Yesterday is a song
Mother continues to shed her heart on itsrhythms that Rising from the well of tears
Any golden foxes
Which golden foxes
Are yowling in face of full moon
Which foxes areclimbingthe high temple ladders
Ah…
Foxes with golden fur
When the hall ofstories fill to the market
To the streets of the village
To the bare houses
Free of - kerosene and wood -