“I was told to drop dead”, Leila Samarrai


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I was told to drop dead
Drop dead!?

I – who shatters you upon a lupine rock
I – who kills you with the breath of breeze
I – who holds your hair inside my palms
I – who do not hear your supplications and don’t know them
I – who carry the roar of waves within my furious brain
I – who crush you with cheekbones of oak
I – in front of who you hop like maddened dervishes
I – before who Samara resurrects from the dead
I – for whom the rocks groan from pain
I – before who Caesar scrapes his white knees
I – who carry in my chest a heart with twelve ventricles
I – who breastfed Romulus and Remus
I – who murdered Caligula during Palatean games
I – who break flesh and eat your bones
I– who turn honey into a new pillar of salt
I – who extract the uterus from the moon
I – who poison your bodies with breast milk
I – who tear tendons with ruby lips
I – who knock you down with words of great-genesis
I – who am a wind which topples giants with my treading
To me you tell to drop dead!?

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4 Comments

  1. MichaelPhelps, you made me smile with your witty commentary. This poem is written in laugh at me but I won’t (be laughing) at you style 🙂 And I thought I was the witty one 🙂 Thanks for reblogging and commenting!
    P. D still having troubles with interpreter 🙂

  2. Good Morning Leila,
    I was very impressed with your stringing together just the right words, interspersing the right historical figures and warning others there are people just as you you describe. I loved your wit, too!

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