bitter flight




bitter flight





in beirut’s belly

I was born to be

a big bad bully




bought-out by brutes

that used my insides

blasting bullets from my eyes

for their baleful pursuits




built broad back then

and brought down men

thirty
          five
                stories 






blasted

bringing blitz and blues

abandoned, abused




a monolith

a concrete blanket

of buldging black holes

filled with bloodshed




now banned from all

my bruised body stands tall




my presence uproots

any buried thoughts

of blazing shots

& buried bodies,

of our mothers’ babies




no longer visited but often viewed

whether beloved or abhorred

as a bitter sight