ismail meladi
At ten in the morning:
The wheel of the machine
Started moving
With a slightly terrifying noise
The moments started rolling
Along with the wheel,
Most obediently and devoutly;
Did I take the pen in my hand
Oh! I don’t remember that
It was beyond the fog of numbness
Oh! What a surprise,
It is noon already!
Yes, first of all,
The letters in my page,
Then, the ink in my pen,
Following them, my pen,
And at last, my fingers,
Have crawled and crawled
Along with the wheel
And at last, they have corroded
With the iron of the wheel
At five in the evening:
Oh my God, is it evening!
I have already lost my fingers,
So, I looked at my body
Oh heavens! It has happened
Exactly what I expected
Each of my organs
Have been blended with the wheel!
