My Hunger. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Wrap wrath in a box of cement
Put it aside
And write a poem
Of loneliness
that grapples
With mountain peaks
Of snow whiteness
That Speak infinite
Kindlessness.
Rob off the days when hope
Cast its rays on emptiness
So putrid
The birds danced in circles
Above seas
Of wilderness.
Cry on lurid nights
And keep
Your breasts feeding
Potions of Death
To lust hungry brides.
My hunger is of a kind
That is peculiar to a mind
Not so clear, not so queer
But rather of a mix
Hard to fix.
Nature's ways
Amaze.