by Ndue Ukaj
The Shadow of Crows
In the island of cordiality solitude is bitter
And the broken structure of sex
In the river of time was crawling
I didn’t recognise Homer and his blindness
With the steps of Achilles I measure the current time
And the kilometers beyond Ithaca
Your azured bulb becomes lost in the nudity
Of the dark night where your mind changes
Confusing acts of a shadowing spirit
Cold shower drops in the island of Solitude
Fall on the cracks of your sex
The unwritten drama in the ruins theater
And the icy kiss that burned the tearful bulb
In the day when I had confusing thoughts
One crow observed my smiling eyes
And the myth reflected under the shade of crows
The partial pieces of written art
Eyes are neither windows from the past
Nor are they doors to escape from sadness
Last updated September 27, 2011