woe is me

Istanbul, June, 2016

the latest terrorist bombing presents some problems.

prior to the bombing, the finalized poem just recently

out of draft status which addressed

a spate of bombings over recent months

was readied to be published, and damn it! now this.

I'll have to commit to largely altering the poem
if I decide for this latest bombing's inclusion because

it presents a new set of difficulties;

difficulties as to the dense syllabic count of its newly-

bombed airport, which can't be cobbled cohesively

within the established syntax of the completed poem,

which would necessitate an overhaul to its entire structure.

the alternative is to let it be, and wait it out for a bombing

better aligned with the syntax of the originally intended poem.

christ, the last bombing should've been enough to tap out a permanent

pathway to an exposé of certain terrorist activities, but now this! woe is me.

woe is me with the intrusion of this latest bombing into my creative life!

damn. damn it! woe is me! I say: woe is me!