To Ayat al-Akhras, Suicide Bomber
like your beautiful feet fitted their doll-like, clasp shoes
like a circle
or the eternal fingering breezes on trees
was your act
in the split second when nothing and everything mattered,
when all your beauty and sorrow and anger and incomprehension
burst into scalpels of sun to carve stunning radiance
through the dark Palestinian day
-- Ronald Jones
Ronald Jones is a poet who lives in Camarillo, CA.
Ed. Note: In our printed issue, there was an error on the 8th line of the above poem. The first word of line 8 was printed as "which" instead of "when." The correct version is posted here. We apologize to the author for the error. If you have a printed copy of Left Curve no. 27, please make a note of the change. The poem appears on p. 37.