Their names linger on the tongue:
Fallujah, Ramallah, Samarra, Ryad --
Like water, whispers, illicit love.
But in the rubbled streets
Fear, hunger and flames
Embrace flesh, whole families
Burning homes to ground
Memories to ashes
All that was precious to the dead
But is of no value on this earth
To the living who ignite the fires
The ones who erase their names.