Malted Man, A Poem during not so Cold War

Malted Man
Necrosis on his Body
When S"he 
Went over His Body
Black Shadows in my Eyesight at Night
White flash
And they're gone
When A Malted Man comes at 4 P.M.
VerdiH 
Where music is been made 
Songs
More than '" years ago
By Angel Men and His Love 
They have a ritual to hurt Him
By emptying the Graves of Oss 
And bring them here
First level floor 
Having s"x till kitchen door 
And then
Gone
In their belly 
Named: "Kissing",
While I could watch
Like a telly
At midnight 
Through my eyes
When a Old Man
Had Pain
During
Remembrance Day '22
I have slept 2 nights on a bench at Nijmegen after that
In the cold
For Soldiers who
Are been eaten away
For these "men"
To love Women Of The Dead
Each day 
When he 
Tall Blonde Man
Strikes again 
During his shift 
And claims to love me
It goes in reverse 
A necrophile never loves
But erases something what shows 
Love
So when you hear him saying
Love
Be aware
And I was
Aware, I was aware
When I said to him:
"I'm nervous"
A few days ago
When he looked with a loving gaze 
To amaze me 
I cried
And cried
Hysterically 
+
Tall as I am myself 
26
Alone
Waiting for Freedom while I spread
Clean Pure and Freedom
As I lead to The Dutch
Birds of Freedom and The Pure
Clean
To cleanse
What is been done
A while ago
Days before
….Last night
Or just this morning
When I woke up
He touched a hand of
A dead body
Thinking about me
Tall Blonde Man
Malted Man 
He can never
Will never
Forget about me

My Gaze
When I
Saved
Many
Drank it away
Low voice
Sleepy eyes
Into touch
Never meant to be seen 
When You question Love
When I already am there 
Already been
Always
Been
There

For weeks 

Nadiya Amina Aweys Muhammed
Sheikh Nur
30-11-1995
Oss
06-06-2022
Netherlands