ANAGRAMS (50)

Like a pregnant woman
Conceived with Semtex
Giving birth to destruction

Booooooooooommmmmmmmm
A hand with only four fingers left
Hanging over a half arm, cut from elbow,
Of a dismembered body of a little girl

It’s not the sound that frightens me
Neither the smoke nor the collapsing roof
Nor the flames eating the flesh to ashes

My nightmares are buried in the womb of a pregnant woman
Who gives birth to a walking-death:
A pilot,
A suicide-bomber
Or a president…