Saturday, August 14, 2010

From a Plane

From a plane, over the mountains,
From a plane, the sun died.
From a plane, watched your lights turn on,
Like the flick of a switch changed anything, right?
From a plane the people were small
but as usual: the usual.
From a plane a bird hit the window like
squawk like
crash like
break glass hard like
hole like
pressure like
everyone sucked out like
through a straw.
From the ground they watched as hundreds of bodies fell to the ground and
From a plane, I watched as it went down.

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