Sun of Sumer

‏

Behind the cane of the sky is a wormhole and the remains of my Galaxy grandmother

My homeland was here a billion years ago and in parallel universes, my other version and my friends who do not die I turn the oysters of time to gather the souls of the dead, I see the falsity of history I implore a star to embed its femininity in my soul and violate the sea Narsees does not know himself, singing like a wounded seagull on a salty rock The homeland is green Darkness will pass over the walls of Babylon, and the sun of Sumer will rise again

~ Firas Alwaily