The Party Poem by FADHIL AL-AZZAWI

No one was absent.
Cain was sharpening his knife in the kitchen
Noah was in the lounge room following
the weather report on television.

They all arrived in their cars
then disappeared in the long alley
on their way to the party.

Over there, we saw the beautiful lady
on the dance floor, her charming
body is on display through a sheer dress.
We sat with the guests
sculling our drinks til intoxication.

At the end of the night
on our way back home
we gave back to the blind man his lost cane
and to the murderer his bloody axe.

It was a party
like any other.