Anti Martyr by Ayaz Pirani

Poem title: Anti-Martyr Poet name: Ayaz Pirani Poem: I don’t have to love my lashes to be a prophet among my people. You’ll never see me on fire or at the moment of impact. My glories aren’t blazes. I won’t drink blood or eat brain. My people don’t ask for my head to be put in the lion’s mouth. They don’t mind if I lie in gutters since dust ignores me. None of them want to see me in pieces or remembered as a wisp of smoke. I’m not to be kept in dungeons or away from my favorite food. I’m not the kind of prophet you worship or stone. Don’t worry about the jokes I tell. I’m just trying to keep the birds happy. End of Poem. Credits: Copyright © Ayaz Pirani Previously published in The Antigonish Review Issue 194. Ayaz’s books include Happy You Are Here (The Word Works, 2016), Kabir’s Jacket Has a Thousand Pockets (Mawenzi House, 2019) and Bachelor of Art (Anstruther Press, 2020). His work recently appeared in The Malahat Review. A new book is forthcoming from Gordon Hill Press.