fire
fire
but this is war
my eyes are sutured
October 10, 2001
in the night --
bright blistered flares
measure the horizon,
and the reporter says
the sky is sparkling,
and the most evil
truth is that it's
almost beautiful.
to new blindness now;
and sadly ever after
I will look up at planes --
and think of
fire
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