The Half Slaughter
The half slaughter
This place of worship and attendance to the lord, do not ask what i saw there.
I wonder you said it was a place of forgiveness,where i saw fear
I have been thoughtful since why i lie in peace on the blood stained earth
A prayer mat for the half slaughtered in his love and name
In deserts no mirage of love remains,in cities shadows of death abound
Nay u said no one among them wants a tomb adorned like the shoulders of a sphinx
I stare as I lie down in abeyance of this gathering
In the light that glows since eternity on mount Sinai
This wild expression of this collective solitude,brings forth a promise of redemption
Their thirteen flags hover above and the dance of the bismils
In the dervish swirl as they cry out, feeling the glow manifest within
I wonder at the half slaughtered ,the joy exhibited around
the torment of this glow within,brings the smiles on their faces
The unison in which it abounds in the indifference exhibit
Towards each other
I see from afar the euphoria the light has wrought
But is the light and the glow euphoric too
As they chant its ninety nine attributes around.
The glow has neither dimmed nor flickered by their chants
Nor has it gone sky high
I hold my hands in incantation and prayer and i feel the groggy intoxication
They are awaiting someone, i hear in the dervish swirl
In a grandmasters entourage