Poem
The Howling Metaphor
By Hamdi Meça
During judicial hearings
Courts can go so far as to close their doors
But not their windows, no, in no case, in no circumstance
The Palace of Justice must leave all its windows open, let the law decide
The wind, the fair witness taking neither the side of the word nor that of its breath
The ship was sunk, and the wind certainly witnessed the event
The silhouette of the shadow on the water’s amazing mirror
As well as the ship’s ‘surfing tracks’ disappeared inside the waves
Even the ship abides by the law of transformation ‘it is and it is not’
Thus, the roofless ship on the water
Turned into a roofed house under the water
With rowed tiles of waves floating over it
Inside there the ‘playful currents’
Their long smooth craggy thighs entwined
The hedgehog lures, pulls and sucks the little fish
Filling its mouth hole with it
The metaphor at the bottom of the water goes crazy like men over 60 do
It cannot help growing larger
Acnes, ‘acnes the size of cockles’, cover its whole body
Slipping off the face and fingers of the deity of the seas
The giant nymph loads the sea on her shoulders
And howls
‘Better spend a night with freedom inside your skin
Than 100 hundred years of slavery outside it’
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