Calvary was a path, the via dolorosa Golgotha was a destination of choice Resurrection was sheer transcendence And rosary is a walk on a cobblestone path Prayer is a pre-destined search for true beauty And fate, what else but the surrealism Of a string of faith beads.

Suicide Bomber

Soft skin turning cold with apathy Like a freezer on top of the neck muscles Sending ice-streams through synapses Beneath the vest, lies blooms and booms The loud tantrums of detonation Sonic is the prelude, martyr is the aftermath She sees heaven in all its glory. The infants she will carry one day Crying beneath…