Salman says “mercy is the key,
considered as we are in the fun
filled folly of polemity”.
Solemnly, I answered his call
And all I found were the warring,
Tolling shades of the pastoral bells.
Through hell I waved, a man
made flag gave the empire’s
pleasantries of insidious severance.
Masking the honesty, where were we,
in this civilised waged battle
after the fact?
Cooler the colours changed through
the book that I read that said an ending
I felt close to the nail.
She kissed me indomitably
holding the feelings fearfully
fighting the Dublin paged rain.
Liturgically lit literary
paging passive puisantly
changing conditions contracted.
Sibylline streets, as lovers meet
closing the books that they read.