Cairo trip,
I still have the scar
on my knee
idling army
trucks outside their compound,
I can’t breathe
teenage conscripts with
kalashnikovs,
leer and jeer at me
Saudi prince
swans through the lobby,
Christmas tree
a Coptic wedding
procession,
led by dancing girls
the same wedding party,
outcompeting
call to prayer
Chilling images of armies and kids with rifles as part of everyday life and the contrasting images of colourful? joyful ? dancing girls and celebrations. All that in a small poem - very effective!
ReplyDeletethanks, Lizz!
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