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Jabal Sinjar forty

Ted Varney

The ‘terp and I watch the sky open The rain starts Lightning licks the wounds of the Battlefield below We stare open-mouthed into The biblical dark Heavy rain rolls off my face Onto the limestone Into the blood-stained streets of Sinjar Baij Tel Afar Mosul Sinuuni

The ‘terp tells me this is God’s storm— The “Author of Light” I remind him Of other books he has written

Soon the rain stops The light returns The water vanishes The monument that adorns the mountaintop Like a dull grey crown Shines brilliant white I ask him about it He says it is older than Islam Older than Christ It is from when men Still killed men For better reasons Than God.

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Fall 2010. Brushfire is UNR's oldest literature & arts journal. Brushfire publishes biannually, check out our website for more info! unrbrus...

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