the pain of ashura
karbala en-flames
his souls reflects in
his eyes like spectral
light he bleeds he
feels a moment
that lives forever
the burning tents
that mourning night
the blunt blade of
yazid as it moves
stubbornly over
the imams neck
a horrible sight
for tear eyed
zainab her
pain a sisters
plight her
indomitable
spirit her
womanly
might
all this i tried
to etch painting
it in dimming light
i shot my faith
my pain held tight
as the blood flowed
from my own head
i saw the rivulets
glistening as drops
of rain black and white
fear took fright in
expectant flight
