In Memory of The King of Martyrs and The Prince of Martryrs
Brothers, resplendent as
the moons around Pluto,
family of similar objects--
Honest merchants on a needle,
sensing the sun day and night.
Charged, tried, and beheaded with lying deceit.
Were you easy suede
that could not recant its innate virtues?
Perished foes of crowned monarchs--
Offer food to those despondent gods,
and to the world at large,
love a vagabond sovereignty.
"Fire up, and then compass yourselves in flickers.
Walk in the light of your combustion, and
in the sparks ignited, generate the burning,"
at the parting of �the Tigris,� near Baghdad
in the garden of Ridvan.
