Moondance
I thought of Conversations on Islam
Out of forbidden necessity
Imagery of distortion
Tale of bullshit
Strangers sorrows sought
an honest insult
Self-loathing and
bitterness of
things to come
A splintered hand
shatters against the sky
with a torquoise cry
Raised steel at
the angle of libre
Bloodletting as the
cure for the sickness within
Drink of cold mist
with an evaporating breath