I saw you in a body where stallions moan
and from whose arms storms emerge.
Abandoned to sighs
trampled by fillies with the whinnying of desire
and the infatuations of mating,
words issued from you like a reed tucked
between sadness and steel.
I saw you among a murdered race
storming with fire and broken glass.
A body raving with love,
a soul neglected by death.

Translated by Khaled Mattawa