in the dead end alley. Its trunk without
branches surrendered to bullet holes.
The drunk sniper spotted wayward
children sprouting from bowing boughs.
That's how Coconut Avo died.
He climbed the crying tree by Cinema
Arax because he wanted to touch the halo
on Miss Marilyn Monroe. Love forced
hefty hooligans to take miscalculated
risks in Beirut. We heard the crack first.
Then the snap. Both the branch and Avo fell
warned us, "The sniper shoots at drooping
limbs and drifting children like lambs."
This poem appeared in Barzakh, an online literary journal.