
The Capitulaton of King Stomach
Slave stomach said to the rest of the body “I am King!” and the general populace of the body acquiesced worried lest its bond…
The Prophet Muhammad’s arrived again
with an entourage of saints
Birds are flying in such a way
the sky is streaked with gold
He settles down to a cool murmur
and everywhere rivers flow
None of our words are anything
but his messages of silver
Their light is like a thousand universes
with a thousand burning suns
Once seen he can’t be forgotten
Once heard he can’t be ignored
Beauty denied is
justice thrown down a well
Justice denied is
beauty left bleeding on the road
He’s left us with ourselves at last
in a quandary of gorgeous song
11/28/2007 (from The Fire Eater’s Lunchbreak)
Categories: Poems, The Prophet Muhammad (salallahu alayhi wa sallam)