Doomed Rough Drafts

Hibah Shabkhez

Thread a way through every scrunched-up story
  Through skeletons piled by an unblest horde
    Wince and wonder at the turns of the sword
 
What unfrenzied heart can learn to savour
  The glory of first poems that unchecked
    By a deadline, flutter onto paper
  After the rigours of a nuit blanche decked
With the laurels of the last victory?
 
    Wince and wonder at the turns of the sword
  Through skeletons piled by an unblest horde
Thread a way through every scrunched-up story