Anosha Islam Poetry

We've shadowed this truth among floorboards
As the neck allows passage
The last grains of sand

Subtle is my transition
Silent is my flight

The only traces floating down...

In narrow bands of white

Hollow point passion
With firestall efficiency
Writing lines of prose
In a coded cueneform of realization

One (last) kiss for you
One (last)... "I love you too"

And we will close the murdered curtains
On this tragedy of errors

Under endless arching lines
...of blood

You burn Mecca
I'll shoot down the sun
And the name no angel bears
Those of His construction
Past or Present
Will cause such cringing
As the mention of mine

Though I may not kill God

Poet: Samuel Scion