City On The Richter Scale Poem by Sadek Mohammed

Today was wasted.
Obliterated.
Today was lodged between three car bombs,
six explosions
and a yellow lie.
Today,
I mean this heartache,
this crucifix,
this axe,
this long arm,
this distance between two fingers in the hands of death,
was shoved,
like a rock,
down the city's throat
and left her dazed.
I
will
not
remove
blood
stains.
I will not question your intentions
when you decided to leave me
in the middle of the way
and said we were done.
I will not ask Kafka about this transformation
nor demand a fair trial.
I will not look for the man who disappeared,
or the twelve bloodied hands
and the mother who cuddled her lifeless son.
I
WILL
NOT…

……….
Damn you were so fucking gorgeous that night,
but I was depressed.
Or what was it, exactly, that pierced my heart?