Dreams Cannot Undo What Deeds Have Done

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Dreams Cannot Undo What Deeds Have Done

Round as a pumpkin, rolling,  tumbling like a fat gymnast,
For days, carcass rotting on the West Bank,
Gross as old garbage, stinking, reeking  like a fish rotting
No one knows the old derilect.

Quick as a bird fleeing, flying like a unicorn aloft
The parishoner scampers inside the mosque
Holy as a pale nun kneeling, praying like a prisoner afraid
of confession and forgiveness

Sounds like war drums pounding, deafening as Volcanic lungs
Reverberate over  Cedars of Lebanon
Sharp as a spear, flying, soaring like a hawk hunting
The Star of David exacts retribution.

Detached as a retina, squinting, refracting like a lens breaking,
I gaze at the media miracle of television,
Transparent as thin vapor, inhaling, absorbing like a prophet seeing
The unraveling, the beginning of the ending.