Today is our festival
We are slaughtering
A Ram and a Cow
Some it's a male goat
Others have a camel,
In the kitchen of houses
the meat are slicing and
the bones are cutting,
the frying fans are frying
and the pressure pots are
cooking...
But!
In my house, is a pen
I slaughtered and the
Hand is holding it,
putting more letters on
the papers and the papers
are frying the letters
into the word and the
words smells a phrase
sweetly in Safana's
Poetry Kitchen