A Tyre Ghazal:

18 the minnesota review Haas H. Mroue A Tyre Ghazal: Tyre is a fisherman's village. The press calls Tyre a terrorist village. Children building sandcastles on the beach. A mile away, an American is hanged. In America they are called terrorists— even the women silently kneading the dough in Tyre. A few bearded men call themselves The Oppressed. Under the fig tree, a baby sucks on his mother's nipple. The seeds of racism are planted on the evening news, and at JFK, German Shepherds sniff at a family from Tyre. The President fishing off the coast of Maine. Oh, wide blue sea, help them find a home. My father's bones lie idle beneath the soil near Tyre. Look, see the F- 16s coming to flood the rivers with blood. ...