Dogs tear my flesh
I am the baker, Asad Ferran
I am naked
cock shriveled in the laughter
of the soldier woman
she points, sneers
I cannot understand anything
except my shame
Spit on the Koran, they say
wipe yourself with the Prophet's words
I squat for days
unable to stand or die
in my excrement
They ran electricity from a auto battery
through Husain's testicles
he screamed, fell in a seizure
they threw him against the wall
he fell down again, pleaded for his life
He is a taxi driver with six children
his wife is dead
they aimed their guns
he wept like a baby, wet himself
they laughed and dragged him away.
I am tied in a lump of filthy, naked men
Karim's penis is jammed against my ass
my face presses into the shitty buttocks
of a boy who weeps constantly
Dogs tear at my flesh, I shut my eyes
the battery they used reminds me
of the one in my old truck
that the children would surround
in Sadr City, shouting for cookies
the truck of Asad Ferran the Baker
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Adding your comment:
the shapes and curves... but that painting disturbs me a little, i find myself wanting to bite my nails, like i do right now after reading this piece
