GONE
same street
same street
you are walking down
the same street
could switch to
automatic
know this street
so well
same street
but not quite
the same street
not
the same street
at all
street has, whoops!
gone
hit by a stick
of huge dumb bombs
was here
a second ago
now you see it
now you don’t
no one sees it
street has gone
no one sees it
no one
sees you
OUT OF WORDS a poem came floating by blessed song and me so ravaged, stunned, out of words whispered to me tales of terrible war of superlatives litanies of pain, of agony and yet promise that somehow, sometime all will be restored the great theatre of the stars still speaking even through the smoke of the sky whispering that the tragedy can turn become our great final human comedy once, at last, we begin to understand so many broken souls wishing to take themselves far away out of words a poem came floating by
poems 2 die for