Graffiti in the Anbar District

Greetings to you

Let's get through this

I don't have a lot of time

This is a clue, this

Not a ruse, this

And it's stuck inside this rhyme

What is darkness?

What has sparked this?

What is evil?

What is divine?

In just a moment

Could I foment

Your imagination

From line to line

In the hands and fingers

With what lingers

Of unspoken rendezvous

What is false?

What is true?

What is gray that should be blue?

Braided leather

Blackened through.