Karbala

A ceremony of fearful falcons Scattered like a school of frightened fish Their crooked wings scissored the soaring Syrian sun into slivers, Blissfully beating down the silver streaks that crowned the heads of cherished Bedouin elders They wept as they carried canopies of remembrance Every parched pore draped, like languishing lotuses, in anguish To honor their hallowed hero, Hussein On the ruinous road to Karbala