I Have Seen Your Black Eyes

I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME

it scares me

but I know you woman

you are the birth of the worst killers

and you have a name

I don't know your name but you are after me

you look for me in desert streets

and in crowded buildings

you haunt me in my sleep

and when I wake up you follow me

I don't know your name

but I have seen your face

calm as the sea in its calmest day

before the storm

always before the storm

I have seen your hands full of little dead children

I have seen your nose smelling dead human meat

you never have enough of it, don't you?

I know you are there hiding

behind universities explaining

why you don't exist

I know you were once a child

as innocent as the moon

in a romantic poem

just before it causes the big storm

I know you, I have seen your eyes

and you don't scare me

if I die in your hands

there will still be my poems

to follow you wherever you go

to haunt you and destroy you

day by day

as you do to us

yes, my poems, my little poems

said to be useless

my poems will follow you

you unnamed destiny of our souls

for we will not be slaves in our poems anymore

even if it is for a second in thousands of years

you will know that we were not slaves

if only for a second

and you know

don't you

you know and how you know

that sooner or later

that little poem

will be your end.

––––––––

I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME

but I have see your eyes

lady I have seen your black eyes

and you

you couldn't really look straight

into my green eyes.

Could you?!