I. May 5, 2002
I have come out to play in
The sandbox of
Heaven, in the time it takes
To count the beads
Of wracked time, I will test
The shores of a
Beaten throng, a million
Smiles, smoldering.
II. January 12, 2016
the demon storehouse of untapped soil, the chances not supplied with oxygen, the games not played, the full thrust of action not known to muscle or throat or to fresh ink
For my nephew, Hasan (May 5, 2002 – January 12, 2016)