A House In Lebanon - Poem by Charlotte Ballard
I wiped blood off a dead child's face
Between 'Was that one egg or two? '
And 'Pass the butter, dear.
Bullet speckled walls
Bled gray, stucco dust
Onto a geography lesson
Forgotten on a green tiled floor, while
One lone tennis shoe,
Tipped sideways lingers by chalk outlines
Drawn by trembling cop fingers
Would you like
Another bagel, Honey?
Or just a refill on the coffee?
Scattered by a pitted
Face as the child now grown
Tries to stop the nightly torment of
Taunting from a
One bullet does it.
Machine guns rattle like a woman in labor
Answered by a babe's shrieks
Fading quickly as I
Lean to start my car.
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