O Beirut

for her hips sway 

and fingers say

what lips may

from ‘75 

to twenty-O-five

for whom explosions

have shattered

the most stubborn

slivers of hope

fast forward to 2020 – 

now she crawls

in the shards

soaked

in her own piss and blood

The port of Beirut on 4/8/2020,
(image from the Bangkok Post)

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