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 —
who listens
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.
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