Window with bullet hole
There is an old window,
To another world,
In new Beirut.
Modern buildings,
Have grown all around it,
Like ivy or weeds,
Their empty eyes,
Look down in concrete.
This old window is curved,
Sculpted not square,
Like it has eyebrows,
And decorated,
With its own look,
Like real eyes.
There is a bullet mark,
In its corner.
But if you look through,
This ancient window,
You see a different world,
A different route,
Discover a different Beirut.