Winter chants are drowning in fog, leaving in the memory of the streets with an unforgettable chill. Its cold corners are silent and freeze like an old absent tree. Their sound bends and fades into a wide space where the word has only to fall into the mud. The miserable ships penetrate my ears while these echoes go away and vomit the eternal pain in the generations’ dreams. These are the tales of civilization which sinks into the ocean coldly, even the sea water, including bracelets and dates, and has been swallowed by flies at a breaking moment. The heart of the world retires as a widow; there is no place for human dreams, no warmth and no praise. There is nothing but emptiness; the wheat branched out of her legs, bending shyly, only heavy air in her head and its hollow stomach has become warm springs. Yes, you are right a thousand songs are hidden here but the peasants know nothing about them.
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Anwer Ghani is an award-winning Iraqi poet and Pushcart nominee. He was born in 1973 in Babylon and he is a religious scholar, consultant nephrologist and author of more than a hundred books; thirty of them are in English like; "A Farmers Chant"; Inner Child Press 2019, and "Warm Moments", Just Fiction, 2020. Anwer is the editor in chief of Arcs Prose Poetry magazine.
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