What's his elevation now,
this martyr in his rage,

as, courtesy a robot crane,
he's hauled away offstage?

Is he halfway up to Heaven?
Is he almost there?

Does Allah's hand reach down to him
across the savage air?

Will all those promises be kept?
Is there some further test?

Does Allah want the half-blown up
who failed but did their best.

Waking later with the wounded,
the chaos of their sounds,

his soul is one small fleck of debris
floating slowly down.