On a flight to Tunis

 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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