Falaq in Corpus Christi

Whose name means Dawn


Thorned down son drowns

Shorn the sun’s sound


Calls and wants to know if the soul has a gender

I am the son thrown down


Spoke noon sun mouth speak

Me always untorn and enslaved


Weird notions of gender and ground

Nothing but you between me and god



So I whisper to all the bonded women

Whose names mean Sunrise or Wind


What sweetness it is to call the bluffs

Of those who claim to know what god found

 

Photograph by sackerman519

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