Published in Overland Issue Print Issue 198 Autumn 2010 · Writing / Main Posts A souqi Maysoon Elnigoumi As I listen to you In a common peculiar mood Something within wants to kill you Hunt down gazelles galloping from your eyes I say and I am wise These are not days for gazelles Or is it a dark mind? Damp, dense And what is poetry? Trash And a bit of rhyme And the hidden symbols of a poem Are nothing but mice traps With cheap cheese, Or is it a dense mind? Damp, dark How did I come to this my love? Vile! Vile! All forbidden! Something within wants to kill you And all gazelles galloping from your eyes My love she of stinking feet Dipped her toes into my waters And all fish rose to the surface Yet there is tenderness within Had I died before I wrote poetry And all this trash How did I come to this my love? Come! Maysoon Elnigoumi Maysoon Elnigoumi lives in Sydney and writes poetry and articles on literature, music and arts, some of which have appeared in Sudanese newspapers. More by Maysoon Elnigoumi › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 16 August 202416 August 2024 · Poetry pork lullaby Panda Wong but an alive pig / roots in the soil /turning it over / with its snout / softening the ground / is this a hymn 17 July 202417 July 2024 · Writing “What is it that remains of us now”: witnessing the war on Palestine with Suheir Hammad Dashiell Moore The flame of her poetry scorches the states of exceptions that allow individual and state-sponsored violence to continue, unjustified, and unhistoricised. As we engage with her work, we are reminded that "chronic survival" is not merely an act of enduring but a profound declaration of existence.