A Shallow Grave by Professor A.L.I.
He digs a shallow grave.
With a blade blunted by battle.
A child, so young;
That should’ve been playing with rattles
But now a corpse, a dehydrated husk, a shell,
His spirit lingers and divine musk’s the smell.
His mother places her recent newborn into the hole,
This six month old, was born of Yemeni Cloak.
His little lips cracked, dryer than Karbala’s sand.
And his throat lacerated by Hurmila’s hand.
Parents take turns, with palmfuls of earth
To bury the son, who they’d just given birth.
The tears rain on the grave, there is no marker.
As the mother grieves, the father is martyred.
Then the demons descend, upon women in tents.
Fight or flight, torches alight, fire intense.
Wretches reach for spoils, ears bleed as if sliced
And in these fleeting moments for life,
She rushes towards the corpse of another.
The martyred shell of her son’s elder step-brother.
She calls to him, “Ya Akbar! The protector, the brave!”
Now guard the sanctity of your young brother’s grave.
Dragging his frame; weighted so heavy with armor.
All she had left in the world, was this grave’s marker.
She places his cold hand over small earthly mound.
Yet next morning; the wicked army would count:
Seventy-one bodies, and sever seventy-one heads.
As a sign of victory; impale them on spearheads.
Then the malevolent general, recalls the recent tragedy,
And asks where the fruit that fell off this family’s tree?
Where’s the child, the three-pronged arrow extinguished?
Where is its body? Where is the grave? Who bears its witness?
And they torture the survivors bound, to reveal its location.
Then this dreadful devil, had a satanic revelation.
That if there was a grave, its corpse would bloody a sword and–
This was the same general, who was once an orphan.
Raised by this holy family, so the infant was like his brother.
Now on his order, they stab ground, brutalizing the mother.
Amidst the ashes of tents, lays a headless corpse over mound.
The swords cut into earth, dripping blood, Ali Asghar was found.
They dug this child out of his shallow grave, his family cries.
A smiling cadaver, they cut off his head; as their humanity dies.