A Rebellious Owl
Why do I write? Perhaps because my alphabet
Avenges itself against the oppressors
Who try to shine their shoes with my inkwell
And this blue wine that just spilled upon my paper
Seems to me the alphabet’s blood
So take it… drink it…
For ink is sobriety’s wine.
An Owl Whose Heart is in Beirut
I still love you,
In spite of it all
For, at your shores I learned
How to drink moonlight from a seashell.
A Revived Owl
Every time you embrace me
I become a virgin again,
I feel it is my wedding night!