INSIDE THE MOSQUE

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