Ali Znaidi lives in Redeyef, Tunisia where he teaches English at Tunisian public secondary schools. His work has appeared in The Camel Saloon, Otoliths, The Tower Journal, streetcake, The Rusty Nail, Yes,Poetry, Shot Glass Journal, Ink Sweat and Tears, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories: Episode IV, Red Fez, Carcinogenic Poetry, and other ezines. His debut poetry chapbook Experimental Ruminations was published in September 2012 by Fowlpox Press (Canada). From time to time he blogs at — http://aliznaidi.blogspot.com/.
The Dead Sun
The indolent sun seems freckled like a worm-eaten cake.
Scaly skin lesions bud forth, fissures upon the skin abound
the way little volcanoes erupt, & blood benumbs.
The cannibalistic frost shouts & yells w/ mouth wide open –
a wild merrymaking of the winter carnival/an intense lust
for the warm blood debris of a bygone autumn.
The sharpened teeth of the frost cut the flesh into shreds.
Flesh shards are here & there, & I have nothing to do but ogle
the last congealed beams of the dead sun.