July  2008
I ran with Satan’s zipper
past sharks gnawing on mountain rock,
through Tyrian purple tombs,
and slaughter that reeked of the vulture.
I ran with sacrificial goats and lamb
over accidents of green
and the oil of Islam.
I ran through pockets of history
piled with lumpy sand rats
and the rusted martyrs of Allah.
I ran over tears whipped to butter
I watched three girls in black shrouds
kick an animal to frenzy,
stomach and disembowel it,
then do a dance.
I heard centuries of snarling hands,
tongues that screamed
for the verdict of God.
I saw the wounded terror of tyranny
and cried for the suffocation.
I ran over bleeding desert white,
I bowed before Mohammed’s mountain
And prayed for mercy in heaven.