Ibrahim's obedience
for fleeting feast I engage
immolate laptop that hosted
the lost poem songs of a virgin,
hogtied and immaculate I blindfolded
her with pillow drape and left the
room for the ram to decide
to answer calls
hisham the egyptian
exchanged my condolence of
happy eid,
for I have petrol
for I have holy beer
down to lint they turned me
from skeezy plasma center
fortold I had passport
but no proof of a social security,
the same could be said on this
day of revel, so much blood on
childrens toys, tot squashed,
kidnapped, buoyed wooden bloated
currency down ephraims fruitful
in the land of his affliction
alters for transcontinental protein
we field such observance, huddled
in torn cloth wrapped several times
around our head as 12 hours go by
in heated state run gas lines, to taxi
we poor struggle to make marriage,
rotten decayed limbs handed down
for our turned out bellies,
our pilgrimage of lacquer
to seize meccas hamstring revolt
for under the son we are still ants
tiresomely plowing granules to pit
piles towards kingdom of heaven,
justly rolled necks for stepstone
now cry out with comrades,
let the once populous shade of date
herald our humble jut chin
whipped cool humid diligence,
when the drought had left us with
dried fish skin that we rub on gums
cd drive that has never worked and
even as gift to the neediest of writers
who found verboten disk space
a summoned isma’il belabored
laser reconciliation
for cherity 36 dollars I deposit
for humans I ask a rain
a people of prospect to drain wine
wound up forgotten hoisted tubes
those dearest of lineage whilst
sleep bid you such great fortune
that day awakes in bounty of kin
fulfilled bastion of sanctuary
for the obedience of Ibrahim.
