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Adam’s torso, it is said, was made from earth taken from Babylonia. That may be, but it’s all-fall-down time there now; it’s watch-out- the-sky’s-on-fire time. The burquas are burning, ogals and gutrahs are birds escaping flames, escaping smoke and gunfire. Kaffiyeh fly as well, but not far. Ezekiel’s fire would be a tender release compared to this vestibule of pain. I watch humankind’s coil unravel. War turns us to confetti, rain on a dismal parade. The proud Duranni Empire is ash and shadow. Our restoration promises reek of braised flesh and singed hair. The Quran spells out equality. I think it means that all sweet souls, gender aside, may die the same deaths.
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