Whisper

The beating was bad
The beating was bad
The beating was bad
It was dark I was breathing the dark
The dark
The beating the dark
Dark beating they were laughing
I heard laughing
I thought of Allah
I thought of prophecies
Prophecies
Prophecies
Seize
seize
seize
Seizure
Seizure
Seizure
You’re
you’re
you’re
hurting me
The beating was bad
The beating was bad
I tasted the stench
The stench
the stench was fire
It was dark
God is great it was dark
God is great
It was always dark
The stench was charred flesh
I believe
The stench was
Sickening sweet
I believe
The stench was charred flesh
I felt him I felt the flesh
Their hands were like fire
They were laughing
laughing
laughing
I could smell the burning
Burning
burning
Charred flesh charred flesh
Sickening and sweet
The beating was bad
the beating was bad
The urine was seeping
through the darkness
I could taste my blood
I could taste my teeth
I swallowed hard
The beating was bad
The beating was bad
The beating was bad
I could smell their hands like fire
I could smell their laughter like fire
I forgot sleep
I forgot sleep
I forgot it completely
I forgot sleep
The beating was bad
The beating was bad
The beating was bad
They whispered
whispered
whispered
To me
And I thought of my wife
She would whisper to me
On nights where
The sky was lit like fire
I told her not to be afraid
Their hands were like fire
Their whispers
Were fire
They said they would kill me
They would kill
Me and then kill my wife
And I thought of my wife
I thought of my wife and my daughters
And I thought they might be hungry
My daughters would be hungry
Their mouths stretched out to the sky
Their mouths hungry and parched
And my daughters
I thought of them
And that was when
I remembered to cry.

Tracey Luszcz
Copyright 2004