Bombs Don’t Fall
And King Solomon gave to the Queen of Sheba
all her desire, whatsoever she asked…
A dog was barking in the early hours.
Who knows what you were dreaming.
I held your head between my hands
and heard a distant lute,
a desert drum and tambourine.
I was dreaming, too.
And in my dream I kept you whole—
spare parts, rivets, glue.
First comes the flash, then the thunder.
Try to wake before the thunder!
I shook your body till pieces flew
and woke, myself, before the dawn.
The wind was ever from the north.
It made the tent cords whine.
I put on a scarf and worn out shoes
and walked, a queen, into the night
against the wind and wind-borne sand
bearing a gift for Solomon.