VIVA YPG - Women's Protection Units

by John E Marks

Astounded, she slept on the bridge of signs

Death fell faint and disappeared still alive

Into the guts of a manly god-fearer

Who follows his actions with word-sighs.

Tiny hidden exhalations which speak volumes

Disguised as a fashion for the young blodwongs.

Stepping up on the shoulders of giants

A scrolled cave painting so tepid and thin

Waving his hand, the prophet of the rising sun,

Descended into a town by a lake where all the country folk gather

yabber and yabber then take on the mantle of the rising sun

sun temples exist, rebuilt after the caliphate of the mind was made to unwind

And stop crucifying Christians, stirring the living flame of the Yezedis,

The Yezedis - daughters of the sun, sons of angelic light -

Men look deep into the past when they see these new all-female protection brigades.