Will. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Kill doubt before the crowd
And walk steadily up the hill
Meet the long white beards
Bow down to wisdom
And ask no question:
Words spoil the feast.
The beast in you wake up
Drink up the blood in your blood
And cry for mercy.
Dogs shall smell hell in you
They‘ll avoid your gaze
And hastily hide behind
Their shadows.
Meadows shall open up their arms
For you.
Meet the holiest of the holiest
And bathe your self in the warmth of embrace.
No man shall be finer, healthier, saner.
Upon you shall fall grace.