I, tonight, want to cry
Let me have a goblet
Like poems of Hafez
Or Khayyam with his wine
Or White Horse; like Hussein
(Who drank and cried)
Moby Doll
Wounded You
Wounded I
Let’s be friends
The harpoon
Or harpoons
In your skin
In my heart
We share pains
You are right
They’re savage
Yes they claim
So they acclaim
“We’re aware; civilized”
What to say
Their Torah and Bibles and Korans
Jehovah, the Father on cross and Allah
And their laws and morals
They’re blind
Yes they are
Oh my friend
Let’s be wild
Undress head to toe
Be Majonoon in desert
In forest be Tarzan
Let’s be proud as faithless
We’re savage; we are wild.
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