BEIRUT

That night

I am placed on a hospital floor 

Anesthetized

But don't touch my dress ,doctors,

Keep it clean.

They stand around staring at me ,

My heart is heavy,

My injuries screaming ,

Pain sees my patience,the pulse in my fingers.

Again, don't touch my accessory ,

My lovers adore them.

They don't know what to do 

I will be dead in the morning. 

Shall I leave?

I have slammed the door behind me many times, 

And sworn never to come back.

But I can't do this ;

I am Beirut. 

I am the dream of the poet,

The empty lovers standing there,

I can see through their hearts,

I memorized their secrets.

Never shall I betray the writers,

The fishermen,the street cleaners,

The bean sellers,the vendors,the bakers ,

The artists, 

The children gazing at the lights, 

The young poor lad who comes to work 

Then stays forever.

I shelter them all,

The God and the Human.

I can't leave. 

Tonight is so long ,

I shall head towards an unexpected morning. 

I hear my heartbeats again,

Pulse on,

I am joined to a thousand life tubes,

I get up,wash my face,wear my dress,my accessory, 

And my high heels. 

Then I walk out.

I will never leave because

I am Beirut.