FROM MY WINDOW
Easy to kill, easy to die,
not just on September 11th.
Drift back through time,
heads atop posts,
heads in baskets,
even kings and queens
danced in their own blood.
Time shields the eyes
from all that crimson,
seducing us to forget our misdeeds.
All war proves to be
an afterbirth of a stillborn,
with nothing forthcoming.
The Towers roar,
we all descend together.
Paper falls slowly,
carrying a message:
Doomsday,
while the nation plummets
into grief.
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Thanks to Willow for stirring up a hornet's nest for me....Another inspiration from Magpie Tales.
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