Baghdad Pulp Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Muttering to myself
I peek at splattered satellite images
through sand dusted lenses
of distorted streets in Baghdad

One thousand and one daily sorties
by false kafirs seeking to mate
seventy two Scheherezades
in a counterfeit paradise

Oh what waste in the land
of 1000 and 1 Mohammedian mirages
where not even a solo safe passage
is blessed by Allah

But I don't care
I'll settle for only one of
The Thousand Nights and a Night
and a single Scheherezade.

Puris omnia pura
To the pure all things are pure
except between the gods
separated by sand and ocean.