Chicano Poet

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Alley Cat

The alley cat flies through
the bombed-out ruins of Beirut,
all the while looking up at the sky,

aware Israeli bombs
might mistake him for Hezbollah,
might mistake him for a child,

might mistake him for a dangerous woman.
Like thousands of displaced Lebanonese,
he doesn't know where his next meal

is coming from.
While American cats eat Kibbles & Bits,
drink ice cold milk,

he cherishes a dirty pool of water.
Suddenly,in a shattered building,
a rat killed by Israeli bombs brightens his heart.


Post a Comment

<< Home