Thundering at Daybreak
In Remembrance of September 11, 2001
As cold sweat pours from my body, I wake to dark hounds baying at fleeing gray hares: to sounds of war thundering at daybreak.
Oh, Holy Fool, quaking for Allah, break the fox's chains, the fox who cowers in lairs; as cold sweat pours from my body, I wake
knowing the hound, the fox, the hares will take us from peace of h…
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