Damascene Ba’ath enamel extracted her soul stiff
to mine information from a mother and disabled father – rebel minds
fortnight tipped away
parents missing, presumed dead
Afaf’s corpse arrived at her uncle’s Homs house bearing dark torture marks
that smote the imagination to wail hard into the night
When it is the children that turn pavements molten with sacrifice
having chipped their foreheads at the presidential altar
soldiers pounded violet grapes into your silken back
using dogs they found in their hearts, berserk
raucous snarls bit,
as they held you aloft and pitted,
bullet fingertips,
the bastards put in you everything they had
and if they live to witness their own daughters’ gullets hung from iron hooks
then the God of fire is good
God is infinitely beauteous
and we will pelt their bodies with daddy’s shell casings
and survive as jigsaws in this until the grief exhales
when the blowing of prayers is almost enough
and wind ships no pollen
and children have expunged crying at wounds, for us,
or semen is staunchly infanticidal
love the wetting of enemy skulls
and the welded black nipples
kissing men goodnight
from afar
with puckered eyelids
brave flower, you look like you’re sleeping again
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