Crawling down the habitual
stairs -he knew-
to the occupancy of
the coffin he had before
Wrapping the white cloth
reminiscence of of
a day , in heaven
he was unwrapped ashore
Next to the ancient scars
yet again, fresh
wound in the old corpse
Full of blood and gore ..
Laid on his right side ..
Facing the Qibla ,
Curled like a question mark
In the ground ground floor ..
Looking up to a light
Shimmering above …
Wondering …
God .. Not again