"Dew sweetens the orchids on the abstract balustrade; my rich eye spouts to the sky's rafters, seeking Allah. Seeking Allah, black tanks bristle on our border; water_fat Americans sweat in the shade of a water tower, 5 Hussain putters about in his bathrobe with a globe dreaming on the spinning quilt of colors, rich as spilt oil... his stale mustache and chemical stench more like Il Duce or Saladin than Hitler, less like Saladin and Il Duce than a wayward boy 10 dawdling in the new mosque with his new top; the entire desert piled like Picasso's charnalhouse. When the one unwelcome moslem sweeps in with dawn, high on his probation from sanity, will enough F16s lower from heaven and provide oblivion?"
From the collection "Contemporaries"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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