Sadek Mohammed Poems

So that woman.
That sad woman.
That raunchy sad woman at my friend's funeral
knew that I wanted her more than tea and tobacco,
...

It's Friday.
The quiet cups of silence/ the silence of the cups,
the dirty anguished table/ the table of dirty anguish,
the brimming ash/ the ash on the brim,
...

I think of you to smoke my last cigarette.
I think of you again to sit in my old chair and blame Bob Marley & Samantha Fox.
I think of all my dead friends to call to mind that they died standing
with eyes full of tears
...

When a man begets war and doesn't know
what to do with it-
Should he bathe it?
Should he clothe it?
...

He who has seen all wars prefers to be
invisible in front of his friends' graves.
The issue is not about loyalty,
or why do I
...

Today was wasted.
Obliterated.
Today was lodged between three car bombs,
six explosions
...

I put my panic in my back pocket
and climbed into the military UAZ.
From the back seat I could see nothing ahead
but the driver's dusty beret.
...

For four days we could not sleep.
There was misery in the moon light.
Misery in the valleys.
Misery in the hills.
...

This is how the story began:

Nammu,
the Mistress of the primal sea,
...

Memories flashed
like naked women
in camp Nahrawan.
The squad
...