Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Corpse

The city is buzzing this morning.
A corpse was found just outside the gate.
I join the crowd of onlookers as the watchmen examine him.
My heart sinks into my bowels—I know him.

Perhaps he died trying to get in
before the chill east wind took him.
More likely his heart burst from love unrequited.

I don’t go closer.
I fear, for I am complicit in this crime.
I do not need to see the face to know who it is.
It is Allah.
But I’ll end up as cold and stiff as he is
if I say so

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