I saw you in my dream last night,
Dictating the soliloquy of my eternal
in your droll muezzin drawl.
Your black sherwani choking your pride.
Always black, sick, sick, sick to death
of that treacherous color.
I know you wished me a serpent's death,
slimy and undignified,
blood black (that word...)
And you know what they say
'be careful what you wish for,
lest it come true'.
And now my dreams are three-legged creatures,
on the brink of insanity.
And my head makes my teeth hurt,
my heart swallows the last good light
that might have once surrounded it.
My everything is broken, sire, but,
your muezzin's drawl,
in the doorway,