Lebanon: Not Enough Lubrication | 2014
dedicated to Lebanon and any other country suffering from sectarian strife
*This poem was published in Oddball Magazine in 2014
It starts.
Inexperienced pioneers
lust
over the volumes of
girth
their escapades will add
to their reputation;
a head of command
guides
his tools
penetrating through
the layers and layers of
unchartered fertile land
in search of a serviceable
kind of pleasure
of a quantifiable quantity.
It continues.
riots break out
exacerbating the endemic
effervescence
causing soldiers to rush in
and fill the entire field
while winds carry
waning whispers
of la petite mort
on the battlefield;
during which
conglomerations of contracts
ejaculate
a bit too prematurely
in absence of
contraceptive cases
that could protect this
ancestral womb
from a recessive pregnancy.
It ends
an eschatological eulogy
laments a once euphoric rapture,
reduced now, to a ruptured ring
chafed and charred
as its victim screams-
aware for the very first time,
that she is bleeding.