Peg-ala of Beirut

Enemy,

When I hear your voice
you are my neighbor
with your quality of every day,
pleasant habits,
a piece of spicy cake.

Now you face the busting,
pop and boom. You live
close to a volcano
and your new mystical speech
erupts through a geography
I can never visit.

Enemy,
can I have you back?


This poem is dedicated to a poet friend who disappeared into religious quicksand.