The Days Poem by Saman Shahraki

I woke up today
and i can't see
anything of yesterday

sun is not there
and i feel i have
a luminous insect
in my pocket

this black is all of my life
Ice covers eyes from
the sharps of stars

i drag the equator
and volley the mountains
to the last wall of sky
and now dams are
full of blood

quadrupeds search for moon
they find a centipede shadow
that is saying: this is the last sadness

tomorrow will wake up
there won't be anything
of today

i will wash my face
i will use
the blood tap