Hot sun
squinting white
cracking sea
glinting white
on moving waves
drinking
laughing
girls on a white beach
cracking sun
on my head
thinking about my neighbour
kicking his dog
salty sweat
stinging my eyes
- instead of the salty tears I didn’t cry at my mother’s funeral -
between rocks
sand glinting
a moving person
a moving shining knife
a hot gun
languishing in my pocket
is in my hand
cracking bullets
one
the arab is falling
between salty rocks
and
bloody water
in the sweating hot sun
one, two, three, four
more bullets
in the body
- make sure he is fucking dead-
lying between
rocks
blood red.