Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Poem 96: "Strangers in the Clouds"


Bodies falling everywhere
It’s not fair
It’s not fair

Planes crashing into there
Contrails stop
Contrails stop

Two towers fall
Dust and smoke invades
Dust and smoke invades

But a nation stands tall
We go on
We go on

A boy drops to his knees
A dad’s call missed
A dad’s call missed

A wife pleads “Please”
Empty dining room chair
Empty dining room chair

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