staircase from which amman is seen burning
By Zein Sa’dedin
on the first day of eid, on the steps outside
the archaeological museum, baba and i watch
a building across the valley from us smother
itself in smoke, ‘shoofi keef the whole hill
glimmers with broken glass’, baba says,
cigarette steady between his fingers.
under the same sun of our city’s oldest selves,
amon, philadelphia, etc., i think it no
small thing – our city set aflame like this,
minaret calls circling the smoke.