Poem-A-Week

They have flooded the streets in a search of a reckoning, lost.

 

They have flooded the streets to set Beirut aflame.

 

But that day will never come.

 

for he watches over—
a nation divided
a crippled state
a starving people—
yearning for morsels
that will never drip onto their plates

 

Now,

 

some ceremony—
centuries in the making—
is taking place. 

I have neither the will nor desire to see it through.