In His Name

After Paul Celan

I am losing words as hope-
lessness fills my mouth.
Decomposing breath, sound
not cleansed.
Angered faith
in my throat.
Coarse cries sputter
out; I could not speak:
fifty-seven deaths and more.
There is nothing human
remaining here. Nothing.
Not Ar-Rahmān.
Not As-Salām.
Not Al-Muhaymin.

(Dec. 01, 2009)