Flu Poem by Kassem Oude

Early that morning
Waked as usual
Coffee and smoking
Sharing me my pal

I felt like a fiend
Out under sun weak
There was some cold wind
I sat on thick brick

Cut thin wood to ignite
Fire inside the stove
Pencils put in box right
Some beneath others above

Cold waves my body beat
Joined by bearable pain
Under rug and a quilt
Shivers my limbs still retain

'Women saw you in work
Targeted you by evil eye
Wood as brickle as cork
Said my wife I won't lie'.

1/4/2009