No Love No City


Ana gibi yâr, Bağdat gibi diyar olmaz.


No love more tender than the one in a mother's heart;
No place prettier than the city of Baghdad.


        Turkish proverb


This is my son,
howled both
fighting over
a hand
bleeding inside a ditch
— another scar slashed
(by a homemade bomb)
onto the astonished face
of Baghdad.





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