Shahé Mankerian: Brioches in Beirut
The bakery crowd looted the last
of the loaves. A beggar child
driven by hunger ignored
the falling bombs; he sucked
on rancid raisins stuck
between his teeth.
Pregnant Fatimah didn't mind
the mold on the leftover crumbs;
she devoured them
as she crossed the checkpoint
full of pungent militiamen.
No one noticed the Druze
cabdriver on fire. No one
tasted the difference between glass
shards and sugar beads
piercing the bloated belly
of brioches. A roach crawled
into the barren oven. The broken
baker sat on the curb
and cried because he ran out
of yeast, butter, and flour.
"Brioches in Beirut" was a runner-up in These Fragile Lilacs Poetry Journal, Volume II, issue II.
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