Poem

 


you screamed at me
        like in some long
              dead language

   that reminded me of
        the ghost bones of
          birds long departed
            wandereding among
                  the reeds of the Nile

 centuries before the
   Pharoah's stole the sand
     and gods from an ancient
       place of peaceful sleep and
dreams
  
  I didn't understand
        what you wanted,
           what to say back
to you
 
I didn't have a Rosetta
   Stone to decipher your
hate