Inside the Mosque
I remember a Mosque
in Gibraltar
quietly sat
upon a rock
in front of Africa
its quiet peace
the silent bliss
Where Music was the wind
in solitude
The Ancient books
that lay in waiting
A Glass where someone´d drunk
in ritual
or in Feast
I remember walking
out of the dark tunnel
into the high peace
of the Mosque
and I felt God
though to Allah
I never was
no friend nor foe
Gathered in silent prayer
not Gibraltar, this was Baghdad
and someone sang
enough to bring Chaos to One
So impolite
to break the Silence
Unholy thunder,
unholy Fire,
the machine gun