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The mountain has come to Mohammed (Free verse) by ALChemy
The mountain has come to Mohammed.
The bivouac nation upturned.
The dapple in the apple, a worm at
itâs core. One is turned
to gravel, for one dust to dust.
All in the name of Bin Laden.
Or so weâre led to trust.
The worm, the worm, the conquering worm.
His quest a chthonic pathway east
to tap the subfusc river. He gaps
his sewn mouth, and speaks
of peace. Gives us a sense of trust.
But he eats between his terms.
And what he eats is dust.
âPleased to meet youâ, He says.
(I hope you guess his names.)
Then he talks of oneiric wants,
fields of verdure, fresh streams,
alpenglow mountains rising from dust
on twilight horizons. He prays
to a new world and in him we trust.
Yet those indelible souls remain while
from the ramparts the worm watches.
The guns and the bombs lambent
until dawn when the soldiers mark notches
on helmets. Day by day losing trust
in who greets them with smiles.
Singinâ âAnother one bites the dustâ.
The mountain has come to Mohammed
by the hand of the land of the worm.
Through a prestidigitation of justice .
Distracted by the constant alarm.
But in the land of sand and dust.
Their blindness like ours is begotten
from the words in god we trust.