The Martyrdom of Quddus
The Martyrdom of Quddus
One hundred and thirty-six mirrors
whirled around him
like a hurricane, the reflection
of his heart on the Hand
that shapes existence.
Mountains gathered around a line
of blood—radioactive chain reaction
dripped from his open wounds—and I
despaired. He left me dressed
in shades of purple, aflame,
lowered back into my coffin.
© Sergio A. Ortiz 2007
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