YEMENI AGATE

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In the best cafe's you will find Yemeni coffee

Between the cedar and the olive tree

the land

every single granule of it

resists

By moonlight and the slivers of openings

shimmering through the clouds

are lowered wings hovering above the dome of the rock

Between the cedar and the olive tree 

rests true love

it looks like Yemeni agate 

the only rock that can reach the furthest divide

Below, demons roam

towing envy along by their pronged feet

satanic dust storms

bombing blood rituals 

They bear manic teeth

sucking infant blood and chasing our tears like rabid dogs

tears we shed when we say our goodbyes to martyrs

The demons market every drip

satan can't hold love, the tears he touches vanish

so he's fenced the land between the cedar and the olive tree

a dam to imprison us and encase our tears within this soil

on a stage in NYC he plays auctioneer and screams name a price

They send armies

colourless stumps of envy shackled feet and snakeskin hides

and as they drown us in our tears-for-sale

with our last breath we fly too

Their followers watching in the risers celebrate

they sip our tears and lick fangs soaked in our blood

They call it a cocktail, cock-tail,

they are cowards

The mud here bears a special fruit

olives pomegranates figs 

the palm tree with dates

Every tree that grows here

races before it’s chopped down

eaten by these predatory afreet

They want life

and they’ll never have it

everything they touch dies 

they leave behind only lies

This mud is life

it has etched within its every grain, the secret 

the song of Yemeni agate

rock wrapped in a ring

it is safe

These death walkers are nothingness

in this land of weight

Sing

Yemeni Agate

The Real

Exalting and Abasing

Rising and Raising

The nation of Mohammed

Yemeni agate