What Becomes of Your Riviera

‘[Gaza could be] the Riviera of the Middle East …’

D. Trump

Imagine a resort where

water in the swimming pools

shivers at dawn

sand swirls and scatters

in condominium corridors

traffic lights flash out of sequence

and street lamps buzz and blink

gas rings spark awake

in restaurants at night

electrical systems short

at the air traffic control tower

and the last tourists scramble

for the last helicopter departing

from the roof of your last

smouldering hotel.

Andy Breckenridge