Within the cage of my ribs — Moh’d Alh. Nanu Potiskum

Hinter darkness failed
Woeful in the still of the night
Confess, the account of my gladdened face
The agony of my lover’s travels back
To them from the account of the sun
Tallying by the shameful moon
That the stars escort at dark.
Beneath the melting rock, the heap
Of their countless deals
To colour my bosom dark
Tallying by the boiling sea
Asserting you baptised me a threat
Forgetting the bag is empty
And like the Thespian art
Simplify erasing my entry.
Woefully you failed
Firm as rock I withstand
Readjust your belts and await
Sharpen your teeth for the sun
To admire their glitters
To be rendered helpless in the eyes
Of the shameful moon and escort