The Meadow 85 Confession Christopher Muravez In my dream I see the muezzin call adhar to the Dead Sea sparrows but they cannot hear him. I am kneeling atop a concrete wall watching their ballistic bodies flutter over burning steel, rubber, and flesh. Rebar cuts my legs my blood rusts my assault rifle twitches my face knotted malignant my eyes seized on this moment. In my dream I see every gunpowder grain ignite inside me I see every drop of oil soak all roads leading to Babylon I see la ilaha illallah.
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