Chanting from the mosque echoed throughout the marketplace A burly fishmonger shouts proudly of his latest catch People shoving in line at a bakery to get the last of the fresh bread A narrow alley reeks of ancient culture read about in history books A westerner walks among their civilization Outside the mosque she sees a crowd of men dressed in black and unshaven Some teary eyed. Some somber, One of their own had died Maybe a father or brother Perhaps the death anniversary of a fallen war hero The chanting at the mosque intensified with greater magnitude The fishmonger changed his bloody apron to a black shirt The bakery locked its door The westerner glanced back at the crowd in front of the mosque I will eat bread and fish tonight…
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