Across a living room filled with nights only she can host
I spoke of her to those across the world who will never experience what it is to fall for a city it is beyond patriotism this ineffable love for a sleepless phenomenon who homes strangers shook the world with shockwaves that equaled the chemical imbalance its people have for their city
Under the debris of sparkling glass she was broken there’s so much she can withstand even when we always stand by her side shards engrave themselves under thick skin poking at the body that still believes in love at first breath
At a heart that does not know how to stop At a will-power that questions its creator about its strength At a body that homes an identity beyond this world alien to it
toxicity hovered in lungs
And across skies blushing clouds turning them pink
Sunset wasn’t serene
The ocean cradled bodies
on their way to the afterlife
They cried salty tears
Fed up.
Her soil has felt the stomping anger of grieving mothers, fathers, husbands families the last words of suffocating victims who never lost hope till
The angels opened the doors of the sky
To welcome new brave souls into the heavens to lead by example their white coffins wed the earth with the skies they watch over us
Brooms brushed her face Hands held others Homes homed Revolutionists revolted Nooses were hung judgment day is knocking at our hearts and mind you, we are known for our hospitality
She cannot cry
She never did
It never suited her
But she sure knows how to roar how to devour parasites feeding at her immortality
I wear your ring around my finger
“In sickness and in health till nothing does us part”
To Beirut, To August 4, 2020, 6:10 pm To its people To its everything