the ocean froths In the empty ghada
a Shrill whisper rises
Like piss in the stream
The fawda picks away at the clod
Darknesses converge
Upon the decaying carcasses
The dead stink
Louder than blasphemies
In the sacred chamber
And time,
she laughs
The fawda picks away at the clod
Barbed wire angels
Guard the arena of the mind
Left brain right brain
Left wing right wing
The blind man sees
What nobody can
Because he has vision
The fawda picks away at the clod
A shadow has fallen over the sky
The hungry earth is stifled into silence
Above the beating heart of stone
Rises the three faced creature of the night
Yelping fire, bloodless eye
The bells toll.
They toll for you
They toll for you.
The fawda picks away at the clod
chronicles from the mad city 