Mabati
is a poaching story
that begins when you are born
and ends without glory

Mabati
is a daily bag
that is woven when you grow up
until it becomes a flag

Mabati
is the courage of the believer
lighting a dim light
and extinguishing a prayer

Mabati
is neither den nor wall
but engulfs you bite by bite
while outside is the fall

Mabati
is a house built in vain
between rising and sinking
like a cogwheel train

Mabati
is a nailed messenger
of the world's adversities
of the passing rain

Mabati
is a corrugated jailer
without bars or chains
the iron galley

Mabati
all around is garbage
but if you look hard enough
you always find the savage

Mabati
the ground floor of a mine
among the rust that is gold
of a grey spring lane

Mabati
is a glittering blackcap
to which the children make a chorus
if she goes hovering sane

Mabati

is a sweet machine gun
when the wind is strong
and the road is never fun

Mabati
anchored calamity
in the shallows of death
of a foreign humanity