bismillah
the eyes stand before him
as he knives deep into the throat
of the bakra
an act of adoration
in another world he might
have licked the knife
never looking in the eyes of
those killed
he said he wasn’t hungry
hours before
the deed was complete
he meant that in a dream
the flesh he saw
between the skin / the bone
was hollow
fasting and ritualizing
away from godless women
he wondered
what sins were
his own?
tonight he dreamt
the eyes of the pure
the most sacred
the worshiped and the loved
goat,
the slit of their pupils,
to return
a somnambulate
in his dream fog
he would repeat
oh Allah, the living, the
Eternal forgive my sins
his stomach was full
bulging with remorse
as he slept once more