XLIV from The Arab Apocalypse

Where do you want ghosts to reside? In our wakeful hours there are flowers which produce nightmares We burned continents of silence   the future of nations the breathing of the fighters got thicker   became like oxen’s there is in that breath sparkles of scorched flesh and the fainting of stars we crucify Gilgamesh on a TANK Viking II reaches Mars Imam Ali dances over a nuclear blast cursed are the clouds which repel water cursed are the Arabs who fell tall and haggard eucalyptus trees