You’re telling yourself he’s fine. He didn’t go to the mosque today.
Again, your mother screams. Your father is running up,
is down, the whole town is down. You call,
praying. You call (the goddamn line),
try to forget your brother might be—
God. You run to the balcony;
You heard that? Is it?
You shake. Again
a boom;
That—
hear?
Did you?
It explodes….