Blizzards and Saddam: Passing fancies

This morning
With the power out
And the world covered in a foot
Or more
Of heavy wet snow
I couldn’t get Saddam’s blood Quran out of my head
A Quran
Written entirely in human blood
It must be beautiful
It would almost have to be
Especially since it is simultaneously
Forbidden to be in existence and
Forbidden to be destroyed
Very real
Very able to be preserved for quite some time
And yet
In a very real way
As ephemeral as the beauty of the first moments of
Morning after a large snowfall
Before shovels
Snow blowers
Plows or
Paperboys
Before it matters that there is no power
And the temperature continues to drop inside the house
Before anything other than snow matters at all