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