Muslim Women's Daily Vigil

In domiciles designed by Allah,
sheltered from a world of desire,
shunted from the venues of masculine schemes.
Chattel serving their master's whims,
a stigma branded by divine creed.
Acceding only to their basic needs,
traipse onto boulevards without seams.
Feminine procession in ritual mourning;
adorned with night's blighting veil,
not commemorating dead, buried bones,
but scorning their own comely graces.
Faces sheltered from sun's hoary rays-
grave linens absorbing the painful beams,
while deflecting each male's lusty glare.
Their suborned traces skirt time's shadow.
Silent corpses wrapped in cloth shrouds,
sharing a space reserved for the living-
the caretakers who engraved their tombstones.
Zombies avoiding their patron's gaze-
a vigil of fealty male honor to embrace;
their own extrinsic value to efface,
and all self-centered pursuits to erase.