A Thousand Armies
And the hapless Soldier’s sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls — William Blake A thousand armies sat on a wall and everyone of…
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