Friday, December 11, 2015

Shahé Mankerian: When Jaws Premiered in Beirut

Father didn’t go to work and schools closed
temporarily because looters raided the port
the night before. We walked fast and Father

stopped once on the steep steps of Ashrafieh
to smoke a cigarette. The burning cargo
in the distance didn’t derail us. Father

purchased two tickets and held my hand
before walking into the lobby. The smell
of burning crates permeated

the half-empty theatre. The lights deemed,
credits flickered, and we plunged underwater.
The hum of ominous cello signaled

another explosion. Someone whispered,
“That’s the last of the silos.” We all knew
something threatening was getting closer and closer.

This poem appeared in Lightning Key Review 

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