A mother has lost her will to survive
as Beirut danced to debris.
Distorted corpses and burned bodies
have hugged the ruins in a cold night.
Will they feel warmth at morning?
will their crushed remains sparkle in the sun?
for some; it won't really rise again.
Like He, who vanished into black air
like gold powder in holy water;
he shall have no grave,
but perhaps will rest in the lost lines
between the sky and the sea.
And She, who embraced the walls
of her demolished home;
the rubble refused to let her go.
She left too.
They all forgot to say goodbye.
Only smog left behind;
breathing fumes of death and heartbreak
into our face.