A man, beaten — face the color of a burkha
dragged through the mud — is lifted by Isis
with her rose and her tiet.
Isis, who loves mothers, the downtrodden, slaves —
who is friend to the Nile and the dead —
even to the prayers of the rich — lifts his frame —
trampled and broken — from her mud.
Allahu ahkbar! he cries.
She cries. Cairo — Sharm El-Sheikh — Alexandria —
Hurghada — Luxor — Aswan — the blood of the goddess
calls from Philae.