A poet died yesterday"  .no one heard the news he jumped from the 9th floor of raw memory crashed to the parking lot floor  without a sound and not a single drop of blood was spilled ,instead  the floor was covered with poems poems that the guards stepped carelessly on poems that the cleaners knelt down carefully to collect one by one ... only to throw them hastily in the big trash bin around the corner A poet died twice yesterday .no one heard the news

"who cares about poets and their poems

Malak El Halabi