The bombs rain down
Doorways fused into ugly splinters of light
Safety is nowhere
Somewhere the beauty
Reeks its still scent
Into those that might remember
Even as the bombs
Incendiary patterning of fire
Coursing through the streets
Orange blood breaking
The streets and houses
One from another
Fracturing into islands of fear
Heads bowed and senses numbed
Waiting
September 2007
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