The End of the Argument

by Martina Reisz Newberry

Adam’s torso, it is said, was made from earth
taken from Babylonia. That may be,
but it’s all-fall-down time there now; it’s watch-out-
the-sky’s-on-fire time. The burquas are burning,
Ogals and gutrahs are birds escaping flames,
escaping smoke and gunfire. Kaffiyeh fly
as well, but not far. Ezekiel’s fire would
be a tender release compared to this
vestibule of pain. I watch humankind’s coil
unravel. War turns us to confetti,
rain on a dismal parade. The proud Duranni Empire is ash
and shadow. Our restoration promises
reek of braised flesh and singed hair.
The Quran spells out equality. I think it means that all
sweet souls, gender aside, may die the same deaths.

End of the poem

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Talking Writing Monster.

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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe

Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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