Running Sitting Through the streets On the sidewalk curb Screaming, Observing,
Throwing rocks through windows, Rocks falling all around, Using my own head to ring Striking my head, ringing in Great bells, Great waves of thought,
Pulling out my hair, My hair stands straight up, Tearing off my clothes, My clothes’ fibers come alive,
Tying everything I own All possessions, the poems, yet To a stick, Unwritten, less valuable than, And setting in on The air that feeds the flames of Fire. Their burning.
What else can Hafiz do tonight What else can Lipstadt do tonight To celebrate the madness, But acknowledge the truthfulness, The joy, The madness,
Of seeing God In~Exhaling God in each breath Everywhere! Everywhere!