Islamist Asphodels
“inherit the desolate heritages” ~ Isaiah 49:8
Confused and nebulous like blossoms new
To Hades, new to condemnation of
Our purpose and our petals, now we view
The world as if we never lived above
This cavern underneath the ground of hate.
Confused before transplanted here, we now
Can never rise again to suns. Too late
We turn to find a god to whom we vow
A love of life. The carnage that we left
Beyond us in the light is like a strewn
Fukushima. At last we feel the heft
Of burial in Allah’s honeymoon.
We are spermatozoa in a black
Night desert’s depths, or only buried flak.