It was Ramadan,
and the whole family gathered...

She says I'm a son of the city
we're battling in. It's inscribed...

Mother, are we alive?
I waved at our neighbor this morning...

All I recall is the sight of people running away,
some in pajamas, others the way God...

I promised your eyes the night
you landed on my chest...

Tonight, he'll make her beautiful
in the finest worry suits; all raw...

I swear Jesus cried that night.
It was Friday, and the skyline...

At times, I feel I'm out of choices.
Perhaps all the fingers of accusation...