Agamemnon

Translated by Dr. S. Niazi

From the dust of war
He came back
With a wounded heart
And two arms of drums and gold
Dreaming was he, of the honeyed lips
Of his sweetheart: Clytemnestra
At that very moment
The honeyed lips, were melting, and night after night
In her lover's lips; Aegisthus
When he opened the door
He saw in the stickiness of her lips
Thousands of corpses
Which he had left there unburied
He then remembered
That he forgot to leave his corpse there.

14-1-1993 Baghdad

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From "Tatteh Sama Ghareebeh" "under A Forsignsky" 1994 - London