Sonnet 13 (رعب)

first the window glass and then the roof beams
shattered fragments of people and buildings
sift through the rubble to look for meaning
in pieces of flesh, in tears and screaming
and perhaps you will find truth in chaos
and perhaps it will give you some purpose
and perhaps it will give you some relief
as the bodies pile up around your feet
and maybe you will learn the names of some
of those small lives shattered beneath the sun
or will there be too many to recall
after buzzing drones have taken their toll
just screaming and rubble and flesh and blood
and lives extinguished for an empty god