Suicide Bomber
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: November 13, 2005

Everyone on the bus is quite
Not doing anything, really
Everyone is so fail
And inside
They secretly wish for a giant hurricane
for a terrorist attack
so they become a part of something
greater than themselves
it’s religious dogma that needn’t be studied
but finds you

on the bus there is a man who coat looks much like mine
drinking a bottle of jack daniels
it’s 2:30 in the afternoon

and the Indian woman across from me looks
like she’s really lost
I could imagine what she’s thinking
Perhaps of her country
Perhaps of her family left behind
But I won’t
I have no right to

And yet
When I look at the man with the blistered nose
Concealing his bottle of booze
Why is it that I can imagine him a victim?

Maybe he’s got it figure out.
Maybe he is free