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 things of this world have
gone a remove while fasting
as if through a kind of glazed window just
out of reach
which is where they always are though we
clutch their ghosts to us in a
curious waltz and
hope for the best
Ramadan casts its star-like
light making things stand out in
sharp relief from an
even starrier background
releasing us in His Mercy from their
clankier chains
8/9/11 9 Ramadan (from Ramadan is Burnished Sunlight)
Categories: Poems, Ramadan / 'Eid, Fasting