Undone

I came undone at the edges
Of our shared memories,
Even though each door 
Was unhinged and each 
Window pane torn apart,

I could still see your face 
Veiled by your secret smile,
A dagger drawn in cold
Arabic blood

Your eyes hiding a hunger
Of the most devious  kind, 
With Persian spewing
In the night

Your fingers carving deadwood, 
Making firewood of pagan Gods, 
One measure Heresy, one 
Measure pure madness

Niran, Shadows cried but 
The fires consumed them all
Unhinged doors and windowpanes
Torn apart 

I am coming apart at seams
Of our shared past, melting 
Ice in heart of many fires