Wires and Charge

The place where we first kiss

is, in all likelihood, gone:

 

destroyed by the army, the police, various terrorist organizations;

I have not been back to Jerusalem to check.

 

just a public bench,

hard wood warming in the fading sunlight like an old cat, peeling paint –

 

overlooking the cemetery on Mount Zion

and, somewhat nearer, a children’s playground.

 

when darkness approached we sat like suicide bombers

touching lips together

 

like wires and charge

exploding.

 

“Wires and Charge”, first published in Osama (2011)