sura
what of the officer? a practitioner of martial law.
today there are blood red seams in the eyes of th
e encountered. Christ I understood you today w
hen I could not see. what of the observant? let m
e yet see the Samaritan. they say we will wash th
e mace from your sight. what of it? the deranged
lie in wait. what of a failure to protect? the deran
ged lie in wait and I burn. She stumbles to lift m
y lashes from the tatters of earth and convenient
medicine. what of the napalm rose? so effete the
y say we will wash the mace from your sight. wh
at of the black salve? what of the red seam? wha
t of Christ on the local line? what of the lost? wh
at of the unsalvageable? what of my eyes? I see n
o thing; nor say of people. the sun settles. Hayya'
alas-salat, Hayya' alal-falaah hands outstretched
lift my lashes with which I’ve learned to manipul
ate my world. now, what of the napalm rose? I h
ave not closed my eyes I have not closed my eyes
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