Aplenty of terms, you along with astonishment stand to watch and question: since when this bacteria had invaded the world? Is it before coming to existence on your tongue as a result of hyper-tobacco, or before the establishment of the first American railway coined of skulls? You might ask yourself when you practice yoga, why the room of mental illness is white? What is the relation between mind and color? Is it a symbol hinting that the content of mind has been wiped away? What is the relation between color and '0'? What is the relation between a bride and a white dress? Is the coffin a wedding too?
We
question and answer, too. Trenches filled up over heads wearing helmets are the
suitable environment for bacteria.
My
friend who suffers from over-solitude and practices crying all time, she is
also sympathetic to bacteria. Cigarettes are an environment, too. Water faucets
made of ultra-cheap metals, are conspiring when they abide away from the sun.
White walls are faking of other colors behind them, where societies with active
minds are related to zero. Those walking in the streets, sitting behind office
desks, hospital beds, and astronauts, we all are infected by bacteria. Whoever
of you that can shout let him do it, since advertisements of purifiers are just
a surface invasion.
* Translated
from Arabic by: Fareed Ghanem
Saddam Ghazi (b. 1975)
Saddam Ghazi Mohsen, is an Iraqi poet, born in Babylov
1975. He graduated of Teachers' Center. His name appeared in many group poetry
collections, and in Tajdeed magazine, an Arabic prose poem magazine.
