Voices raised in protest
Down the streets
Of Tehran
Your name
"divinely called"
A single shot...
A thorn
Pierced your heart
Blood as red
As a rose
Swiftly flowed
Like a river

She sits in her little brown chair
Smiling for me
But not at me
A memory lapse
Has taken hold

She asks me
Who I am
For the sixth time
Today
And would I help her up

The rain against the window
Taps out a symphony
For ninety Underwoods
It's a savage performance
But it soothes the beast