Heart of Baghdad

a poem by Prashar K C Dr.

08.30 AM
The time for our breakfast
Also for the Breakfast News to match.
Menu for our breakfast:
Pizzas, burgers, eggs, ham, sausages.
And for the news that came
Exploding like a missile?
In all its variety, it fed on the visuals of
Mangled human bodies of all ages and sex,
Their dismembered parts in a scatter:
Legs, chests, busts, arms, intestines.
We had our fill and went out
But the breakfast news still sat pretty
On the Iraqi fare
In the heart of Baghdad city.