A Heroized Nafiz

By S.M.A. Faiz*

Yes it requires a leap of faith
To posit that necessity knows no law
And that avowal made a heroized Nafiz bleeding to death
Dangling from the footrest of a little dicey rickshaw.

There was no sound of a siren
bound for hospice
But as our hero was setting the triumph in train
There was a bong in Browning's "Prospice."

Though not in the land of the living
Being put to rest
Our hero will bloom in every spring
As was at his best.

*S.M.A. Faiz is the Author of The Fallen Flower Called Red and Blue.