Prayer

Let the billboards and the monuments of dictators
break to make nests for every kind of migrating bird

Let the moon rise like a new eye in each empty
socket to flood the plains with unaccustomed light

Let unruly calligraphies of green erupt
from every town and city strafed into the ground

Let smoke from incense sticks and chants of mourners
haunt each soldier and each suicide bomber in the afterlife

 

In response to Via Negativa: Discursive strategy.