Suicide Bomber
I am a suicide bomber. My head
separates from my soul.
I am whole. I am dead. Settlements
are strapped to my chest.
My heart pounds with the sound
of wailing. My ancestors stood
on this broken earth,
furious with pride and desire.
Read Isaiah. I am ready
to detonate my state in one
flash of defiance. I am a suicide
bomber. I will have revenge
on the terrorists. I will build
a high fence around me, and blow
myself into the Palestinian
history books. I can tell.
I am a suicide bomber. Fare well.