Atef Ayadi


To Eileen: The First Minutes - Poem by Atef Ayadi

I WAS
A HERO

OR a
another
type?

of hero?


i jumped on
you

lady!
like
a
fake
lion.


or a lion with
oppressed
burdened
affrican
memories.



i was

walking,
crumbling
exhausted
tired

dry skin
man.


i saw you,

and i saw a first form of
life,

a start point,


a picture,

and clustered
memories


what i retained now
is

your
welcoming
and wondered
eyes' smile

'
you! ,
hell you!
hell boy!


what is up! i am here!

can you talk
business.


sorry!
i was

blink,
blank,
drunk,
a virgin blank CD,
and white blank papers
ruined the rain.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 21, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, October 6, 2008


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