"Ritualistic-Love"

The skin of patriots,

screeching wheels of Chariots

forgotten are the duties

the dolls running out batteries

stringed to her window

the shades of a bridely-rainbow

gliding round & round wingless

to Majnoon's lone empress

bled with rising sun-flower

hurry to the stone-shower

O ritualistic love my name

beyond endgame is my claim.