Fraught Hurriedly

" Fraught Hurriedly "

by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán

As foes step up
attacking tunnels
with turkey hash
on days of clashes
as street massacre
in whatever fashion
like harassed diplomats
scavenging schemes
for the ravaged

fraught hurriedly
in the midst of missiles
firing as sirens scream
above raised expectations
of administrations
on the deadliest of days

though the meaning
of it all may have fallen
nobody but nobody
in recent seasons
sees below the knees
as low-riding jeans
with leather pieces

apart from cheeky
shades of pink
in spare sheaths
surprisingly klutzy
like studded lace cups
of venomous declamations
favoring angsty remakes backstage
too harried by rabid jabber
for unity vows as of now...