After the genocide
From the cracks along the pavement the purple flowers bloom
Now this concrete is the medium and there's a body in the room
Paint peels slowly and surfaces glow with dappled sunlight,
Words scrawled on a wall: all-women 'jin' unit based in Sinjar
Will throw Daesh into hell
These words bounce around the walls of my cell
As sun and shadow meet
To swirl in the whirl of this dance of air
Making a zephyr of the weather and a brute of this flute,
Paying homage to that which is no longer here,
As it mingles with the Magus in this Zoroastrian air:
As the Ezedi are crucified on the Nineveh plain.
They turn to face their ISIS enemies again.
The Peacock-Angel cannot fly
So she spreads her wings
Until they cover the whole
World with God's shadow.