War is on the horizon,
you can bet on it
Trouble is brewing
I shepherd my nightmares
herd them like clouds
Under cover of darkness
the message gets through -
rumours of divers and planes
metal fish and artillery
I shore up my fort
which crumbles in front of me
We are heading for trouble
over stones, thorns and waste land
Only the implacable sun
knows how long and how violent
knows exactly how cruel
our war will be
Only the sun
can tell
how the flares of its flames
scorch the edge of the galaxy
[April 16th (The poetry of Zakariah Mohammed,
one of the leading Palestinian poets of his generation, has been
described as language which "echoes the real pulse and rhythms
of contemporary Arab life.".]
