ever so slowly,
the blade descending
stainless steady serrated
severing flesh arteries bone
deeper deeper yet
burying the pain
jangling screaming
crimson showers
ebbing flowing;
Minaretted shadows echo
vowel-less syllables’
call to prayer,
in their thousands hurrying
prostrating before a history
that belongs
somewhere else
in some far
away.
(Louis Kasatkin has asserted his Right under the Copyright,Designs&Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work)
