Beautiful Blood
On a flight to Tunis
You are sleeping on my lap
We will awake in a bed
Beneath a prayer to Allah
And eat dates
At the shore for lunch
By the Phoenician walls
Where migrants dash
How cool your skin
After these Andalusian days
Days of fortress and climb
Of conquest after conquest
War in Gaza, bombings
In Tehran, migrant raids
A tax bill that will, again
Cripple the poor
Luckily, through it all
We saw the Museo de Picasso
Learned how to misconstrue
What is seen
How to reposition forms
Let go of the elements of
color
Calling attention to that
Which you will not see
Studied how to annihilate
The logic of nations that
fixes
Our species on butchery
And other bad manners
Learned how to penetrate
The clouds with lances
Of pigment until they drip
With beautiful blood
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