The Muezzin Sings the Blues

What a frightening way to say bismillah

With a daggered America softly on your

Tongue.

A heathen harakat

 

The descendants of Hoover

Know the steps to make ablution,

They wash my sister’s blood off before they join the congregation.

 

Laying the smartphone to ask “Where is east?”

The arrow

Lurches from one side to the next,

Like the door of my cousin’s cell.

 

Here the clang rings

Like the call to prayer.

 

As Allah gave Islam to the eye

Of the desert,

So He gave Islam to Rahway prison.

A mass incarceration madhab.

 

The informants are in our masjid

Asking us to bear names.

This is not what my aunt meant

When she named her son “Slave of the All-Seeing”

 

We have been stretching smoke

Since they turned our

Antecedents

To incense


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