6 O’

THIRTEEN/WNET New York presents SREBRENICA: A CRY FROM THE GRAVE

 

 

There’s festering green schlep
On the cream cheese for my bagel
I stare at the gunk on the knife
It smells like STD spirit
Empathy ugliness
And no one wants to eat you.
To the garbage—yet another bill
My internal moanologues
Drowning out PBS
Something about Srebrenica
Remember that?
Catch a glimpse
I feel cursory shallowness
Watching hungry armless children

 

Crumbs lodge in toothy gaps
BOTHERSOME!
My daily neurosis
Often in competition
With too-thin unloved blondes of soperas
WINS!

 

Srebrenica
Is beginning to hurt my eyes.
But I, Validation Junkie
Am unwilling to take the blame
Of changing the channel.
It is so easy to go in one direction and then,
Still go there.
An uninterested life,
Suddenly caked
In jaundiced cream cheese.

 

NEEDED:
Brisk
Cleansing
Walk
Outside
In unprecedented 8 degrees
Do not attempt to remove internal thermometer

 

Ha Ha Ha Ha
I heave
Dry, phlegm-less vomit
Rib cage hurts
Shoulders sag

 

Conventional wisdom
Seek Annan’s manhood
Defy the figurehead, Brother
Resuscitate the organization
Keep peace
Don’t enforce it!

 

OUT! OUT! SPOT I SAY!

 

30 Peacekeepers > 30,000 Muslims
Mozlems, Mozlems, who are they??
NATO fashionably late
To this Slabomêlée
The request was on a wrong form
Fuel was thirsty
Meanwhile,
Let’s triplicate!
Punctual Milosevic
When merciful
Shot us down
In the streets

 

The __ Clock Bombing

A camcorder’s vision of sitting on one’s hands.

 

YA HUSSAIN…
You are far too good-looking!
Who could cleanse your ethnicity?
So much for the home court advantage
And of being male!

 

Let the children be
Passports to freedom
From everything.
But what about Aicha my rabbit Ma?
Ma?
Let’s smoke the peace cigarette.
Ma I am hungry, and it is getting cold here.
Ma?

 

I won’t be your last cigarette UN Enforcer!
Keep standing
Arms folded in supplication
Drink my wine
Remain!
Undoing
You instill the power in the Rat King.

 

Control S
Allah wont save You
23,000/30
We, who, even paid for the fuel
Will not survive this, Gloria…
Side Airbags: that is the answer to everything.

 

Srebrenica
A promise on paper napkins
Made over drinks
In a silent forest
While we ran for cover
40 mile > 15, 000 Marchers
Where is the promised homeland?
Presents exchanged
Heinekens tossed
Danced in the puke blue caps
Muscling legs

 

We, here
We, made dinners
WE, FAILED

 

7,414 men no longer exist.
Only 70 have been identified
And returned to families.

 

Why can’t I rid my mouth of mold?

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3 responses to “6 O’

  1. Hey, Ayesha, thanks for visiting, and your thoughts. I originally regurgitated this piece in 2000 after watching a documentary on PBS about the massacre at Srebrenica (check the video). I’ve tried to shape those incoherent thoughts into a semblance of sense ten years later…i don’t know if I’ve succeeded, but I tried.

    I personally haven’t seen any movies made about the conflict, but it seems that many have been: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Bosnian_War_films.

    I’ll try to catch up on some in the coming months, as well as “Turtles Can Fly”, which has been on my list of films to watch for a while now. Waise in recent films, I thought Disctrict 9 dealt with the issues of racism quite well, its a pity it didn’t win anything at the Oscars.

    Oh and BL, sorry yaar, check the other stuff, its lighter…..

  2. The poem is unusual and based on one of the recent genocides/Muslim Holocuast in Srebrenica (July 1995) so I liked it.

    Like every war and war crime it was horrifying! Do you know of any movie (not documentary) made in it’s backdrop?

    I watched ‘Turtles Can Fly’ based on Iraqi Kurds. It was depressing but awesome! Recommended if you like hard-hitting war movies!

  3. too depressing yaar ;(

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