Hadi Atallah

Are we afraid of plans? 

And having made one…could we ever destroy it? 

Our minds probe the danger before it appears.

But this is done. 

Spirit and Blood may take us to an inevitable apocalypse.

This bridging of unveiling whispered among the neighbors centuries ago.

And with covered noses and through the dark we examine life and feel its serpent like head. 

This alchemist speaks so little when he works his magic. 

He awakens at intervals and whispers a little and then goes back to magic again. 

“Who do you fear?” 

There is a shell of hardness drawing over us. 

And with the darkness came his magic and we are all alive with his fear. 

His magic I call ‘In Spirit and Blood.’ 

And we consider our part in his picture and throw caution to the winds.

For tomorrow we shall have new clothes.

And as we walk toward this city of light the crowd shall grow behind us.

“Hermes, open up this door. And do whisper to prophets and saints that we are here.”

Were we uneasy and nervous; will we ever glance over my shoulders?

We will never know.

But we listen to our spirit guides again, an animal light in our eyes.

…The horsemen are here now with their rifles