We Are A Thick Skinned People With

We Killed You And It Was Not New For Us, We Killed The Companions Of The Prophet And The Friends Of God. O How Many Messengers Did We Slay? O How Many Imams? We Killed You And You Prayed The Night Prayer, As All Of Our Days Are Struggle - And All Of Our Days Are Karbala.

What We Feel Is Beyond Words. We Should Be Ashamed Of Our Poems.

Your Love Taught Me To Grieve And I Have Been Needing, For Centuries A Woman To Make Me Grieve For A Woman, To Cry Upon Her Arms Like A Sparrow For A Woman To Gather My Pieces Like Shards Of Broken Crystal

And The Writing Is Still : To You, With You, About You, Because Of You And For You.

In The Summer I Stretch Out On The Shore And Think Of You. Had I Told The Sea What I Felt For You, It Would Have Left Its Shores, Its Shells, Its Fish, And Followed Me.