You who dare,
with unflinching eye, turn an upstart stare
in the very eye of the sun…

I fancied myself a sponge
scrounging the secret of space
from the mortar
of the universe

I anoint you
with almond-oil kisses,
and asperse you
with tears pressed out of the sesame grains.

O Anubis,
false god
with jackal laugh
do not cast your gaze upon me

Just as God,
prior to letting out the universe,
explored with inner eye
the layout

Like glass beads,
like granite tears,
like sweat of flint
silence drips…

When I ride naked,
bareback on the cloven hoofed beasts,
with spit dripping from my pursed lips…

Lord don’t increase my eye light.
Do not make my body crawl
with eyes like a the octopus’ suction cups…

Ħaġar Qim never looks as good
as when the setting sun
lies in tatters
among the carob leaves…