In memory of my dear friend Muhammad Alhawaj, who died of Coronavirus while studying in Saint Petersburg.
This urban maze! no friendly face,
A sprawl of blocks, the viral spread.
Struck down you were, thrown off, defaced
The final room, a whaft of dread.
Your memories, dreams, a list of needs;
Ambition yearns, and plans on hold.
A book of signs, a verse of creed,
Devoid of sense, unmoving, cold.
My tears are but a sign in vain,
A foggy morn, a muted no.
A veteran’s yes to well known pain,
Esthetic takes, a stricken oh.
In olden times their sweetened bane:
A life deferred in heaven’s vault.
The soul, though, knows the earthy plane
As resting place in ofrock and salt.
Wael Almahdi (2020).
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