Carolina Ebeid
From the Bystander's Journal
- Friend––
- Do you believe that we are forever
- changed by the things we read,
- do you think the things we read
- are changed by what happens
- to us after? Hell
- was a song in terza rima.
- Today makes yesterday
- crueler, another hell—
- fire missile gone astray
- in the densely populated
- neighborhood. Shame on me,
- worried for my personal
- security & for the necessary
- voyeurism of the news.
- Virgil blesses
- those who die before
- their father’s eyes
- those who die in front
- of their wives those who die
- before their homes
- in their city’s alleys
- those who die defending
- resisting who lie
- nonetheless defeated.
- Wives will bring a widow’s grief
- now as their paraphernalia
- to second marriages. It blunts
- the mind. I stand at the water
- front, the sky the sheen of oil
- washed rifles.
- If I could sketch the future
- of persons, I’d make a fire
- bombed street, then its first greenness.