Paper Roofs

here, in the land of ruins,

we have decided to start

making our homes out of

paper.

when the hungry airplanes

come and eat away our

lives again, we will take out

our notebooks and make

roofs anew.

you see, paper has a

permanent impermanence.

it just might work,

here,

in the land of ruins.

Buried

i am hardly a corpse anymore.

my right leg has been photographed

and sent to the united states

as proof.

someone videographed my bust

to show to the european lobby.

my head is still being

rummaged for.

it is important to check 

if i am actually an arab child.

someone tell them it's under

the giant iron beam.

they will not find my dignity though.

it is forever buried in this rubble.