Muslimheads kiss the blue tiles
Of the holy mosque,
And shoot their hearts
Another Sabbath call
Easily weaves into
Air and time.
Chants of theTrinity
Drone and lull from priests' lips,
And swirling incense
Breathes from a golden orb.
Then Monday, Monday ...
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