Poem 136, Sonnet 71: Hebetude Poem by Samer Madbak

Impound my verve, dissolve my grief, unhinge
The weary rusted pivots of my cheer
I wield my chest, brandish your torrid spear
And jab at will, I won't retract or cringe
Till no more hopes to sear, no dreams to singe
No passions in this carcass stiff and sere
Exuviate my smile, arrest my tear
Belabor, thump this lump, this clump of dinge
Expunge my green, propel me to the fringe
Disperse my wilted sepals, blossoms drear
Stagnate my joy and shroud my eyes with blear
Until the flutter dies, no laugh, no whinge
No fleer, no fear, no blink or sneer, no twinge
A hebetude of life, a deathly binge.


Beirut
September 24th 2013