The Beirut Baker

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I don’t smell the bread anymore
Nor the furnace it's in
Nor the sea across the road
I don’t smell the diesel from the trucks
I don’t smell the trash burning
I don’t smell the dust in the wind
I don’t smell the humus
I don’t even smell the Tabbouleh
I don’t smell the taxi’s
I don’t smell the mosque’s ancient rug
As the shooting starts again,
I only smell fear

Written to give a taste of the civil war years in Lebanon.

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