Beirut Battles
By Marion Panizzon
remembering the 2020 blast
Bombs rattle Beirut
Apples battle their fruit
The river rocks its bed
August disowns its dead
Blood spills over Beirut
Eyes fall out of their sockets
Rockets explode over the dockets
Granaries leak their wheat
August, turn down your heat
Butter my bread, Beirut
Break your necks, stillborn beliefs
Bring on the cosmopolitan feel
Blindfold our terror, Corniche
August, stand by your leash
Ballooning in debt, Beirut wept
Grapple with the diplomats
Displace the automats
Heating up fears, still the bills
August pastime means to kill
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Author Bio: Marion is a refugee lawyer with a background as an editorial and research assistant. She grew up bilingual in French and German and spent over four years living and working in different US-cities. She teaches English to Syrian refugees in the Azraq Camp in Jordan. She cultivates a sense of urgency in her verse by drawing from Latin linguistics. Her style uses alliterations amply, to sharpen the act of transgression. Marion's poetry has appeared in Tiny Seeds Literary Journal, Morphrog21, In Parentheses, Sommergras.