Love Veil Death Poem by Saman Shahraki

There is a buried city in this desert
sun is cautious
and i know it's setting

What are coupes doing?
they are dreaming a city
that now the lighting rods there
are toothpick for dark places
of snakes minds

There is a buried city in this desert
bone boy is trying to get out
but the bone city
is a place of bones loves
bone fathers are digging
they like to be buried deep
and mother bones are cooking for dinner:
ashes and some of sky

i pick up a toothpick and walk away
to find the dark places

sun is cautious
i don't know, is it rising?