O Beirut! how you have
not forsaken your youth
but merely turned up
the bass to echo
the clunk of the bomb doors,
and how the AKs
tweeter in time to
timeless house beats.

I laud your commitment to
cheap beer night
as your loyal patrons file
in, navigating the city streets
by gunfirelight, stopping
for a cigarette
in the alleys and
meandering past
tombs of the Lebanonymous.

It's ballistic shooters for all,
compliments of the Jews –
Israel, bring us
another tray!

So come now and frisk
one another, grind
from the hip, and
dance the night through the floor.