May his fortune fail him and everything he has acquired!
He'll be burnt in a blaze of flames,
his wife the wood-bearer,
a rough old noose around her neck!
Say this: "He alone is God,
God who endures forever.
He neither fathers nor was he fathered,
nor, indeed, is there anyone like him."
Commentary
This seems almost creed-like: an eternal, singular notion of the divine. There may be some anti-Trinitarian polemic, although just possibly the surah could be read as a rejection of a pagan pantheon. Different Arabic titles are given, including 'Unity'. I've chosen 'unmixed/pure' with the hint in English of a rejection of other divine relationships.
There is some end-rhyme: wahad / Samad (one / eternal).
The Ritual
Arriving early for Armistice Day, clutching
service orders, the huddled few
nod greetings. An awkward
waiting. Slow, then urgent, an avalanche
deposits the expectant crowd and we begin.
Names are read: bricks laid in memory's
mortar, an unfinished building.
The coarse rope slips through careful hands,
the flag descends - and silence.
Noisy halyard slaps desperately
against the pole: thoughts tug and
pull. The crowd stills, quickens,
a body crystalised by death, re-membered. Then
the Rouse: sleeper awake!
Hands shake, a deal done,
the waters pushed back - for a while - return.
It is finished.
(written November 2017 on the occasion of the University's annual Armistice and memorial service)