The suicide bomber
Writes
A scarlet letter
To the world
His obsession
Is our fear
He uses his bones
To pry his way
Into the stories
Of our lives
Is our anger
He places
His flesh
On the margins
Of our souls
His madness
Is our frustration
Over the surfaces
Of the pages
We love
His reason
Is our ignorance
He inscribes
Himself
Into the walls
That surround us
His cruelty
Is our revenge
He flings
The edge
Of his message
At our hearts
His future
Is our failure