985: Who Am I, Without Exile? – Part One
Poem By Catastrophe KING
I am a stranger on the riverbank, and
Like the river, water binds me to your name!
Nothing brings me back from that distance
To the oasis: neither war nor peace!
Nothing grants me entry into the gospels!
Just nothing! Nothing shines from the shores
With the ebb tide of Tigris or flow of the Nile!
Nothing lifts me down from the Pharaoh's chariots.
Nothing carries me, or loads me with an idea:
Neither nostalgia, nor promise!
What shall I do? What shall I do without exile?
And, a long night of gazing at the water?