A poet died yesterday"
.no one heard the news
he jumped from the 9th floor
of raw memory
crashed to the parking lot floor
without a sound
and not a single drop of blood was spilled
,instead
the floor was covered with poems
poems that the guards stepped carelessly on
poems that the cleaners knelt down carefully to collect
one by one
...
only to throw them hastily in the big trash bin around the corner
A poet died twice yesterday
.no one heard the news
"who cares about poets and their poems
Malak El Halabi