Somewhere in Islam Lead filled stars shine Expressions are camouflaged From the men who sleep staring At cirrus clouds at sunset, Which travel from Kandahar To a shore of womb’s. Somewhere in America Mothers cry like seagulls Son’s soar as ash In to chalcedonic skies As Daughters of Islam they went to save Holler at their demise. Yesterday’s unfold like triangular flags Buried eternal, As body parts in body bags and a half empty journal. Somewhere in America Proud men smile on mantelpieces Next to polished medals and rusted urn's All life ceases. Somewhere in Islam Under a golden dome And whitewashed minaret's A muezzin cries out to his brothers Who fall on to pristine floors As soldiers writher in jellied sand, Somewhere in Islam.