The desperate ends of the
thin pages
shrivel like a flower
at the end of its bloom.
The airplane hurtles,
again, again, replay.
They burn.
The inky inscriptions of
salaam and damnation
consumed by the embers
in the torches of mobs.
The jet fuel explodes,
again, again, replay.
They burn.
The perpetual Holy War
squirms through
the throngs of faith,
like a suffocating flame.
The towers collapse,
again, again, replay.
Ashes to ashes.
