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Children of Lahore

CHILDREN OF LAHORE
(Easter Sunday 2016)


Arms flailing
From
Her
Blue burka,

The woman
Jumps

Like a checkerboard
Piece
Up and over
The white squares

Of bedsheet
       To bedsheet
To bedsheet

Each
Draped
Over a
Red blossom
Bump
Lumped
And soaked on
The gravel dust
Fairground
Floor.

Like a game of peekaboo
Between mother and baby,
The woman
Lifts
A corner of sheet

Howls

Then pins it back
With her fingernails
And just as quickly
Jumps
To the next
Small
Square
Hump-covered
Sheet

Lifts

Repeating
The move
Three hundred
More
Times.

“Ibrahim!
Ibrahim?”

A police officer puts her in handcuffs.

No, her husband
Is tackling her.

Actually,
She is a fly swatter
Crazed, swinging at new yellow ghosts.

She
Tears
Her hair
Out
From the back of her head
Like overgrown grass
Grabbed
From a mud puddle
In clumps
Clamped
In her garlic-laced fists,

Even the dirt is surprised,
Hanging
By its bloody roots,
Dripping
In the air.

That is what a bomb, does.

She was a mother
An hour before,
Before she lost her shoes,
While she sat to the side, chatting
With friends
On a bench
As the Merry-Go-Rounds
Went round and round
And round
In the safe distance
And the painted horses
Panted
In the yellow dust.

The children stood in line,
Waiting their turn,
Sharing candies
From pockets and purses,
Checking time
From their phones.

The mother’s shoes
Were spooked
Away
Like fish behind a glass

At the moment
Of the hot flash and swish.

That man,
Yes
He knocked on the glass,
He knocked on the glass,
He pressed his narrow face
As he peered in,
Yes,
He knocked on that glass
Just before
He pulled the cord
Wrapped
Round his waist.

Oh, beautiful God
How could you allow this?
How could
Even the Devil
Do it?

Only a man.

Only a man
Of unfaith,
Of course,
Could smother the sunlight, like that,
Blowing to smithereens
A playground full of children.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 2/28/2018 10:01:00 PM
Awesome and tragic at the same time. Yes, "Only a man of unfaith, of course, could smother the sunlight, like that, blowing to smithereens a playground full of children"...
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Date: 10/18/2016 11:22:00 PM
Robert Trezise Jr., Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :) Drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs **YNR - SKAT
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Date: 10/18/2016 9:57:00 PM
wow what a poem Robert, Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) We are Lucky To Have you. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
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Date: 10/16/2016 5:13:00 AM
Welcome to Poerty Soup. Good entry with a nice poem. Hope u will enjoy PS very much. Keep on writing..........//:) with love...........//Manmath.........
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Robert Trezise Jr.
Date: 10/17/2016 7:13:00 PM
Thank you Manmath!
Date: 10/15/2016 1:14:00 PM
Oh my gosh. This was so intense and sad beyond words . Well written to show things.
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Robert Trezise Jr.
Date: 10/15/2016 6:48:00 PM
You're most kind Hedi. Thank you so much.

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