A corpse, shrouded in white and
Resting on a plank, is upended and
Slides away into the eternal dark of
The Arabian Sea,
Falling.
Crowds gather in plazas to
Cheer and wave banners and cry for
More, more, more. They traipse and
Trip and tumble about each other,
Falling.
In the glory of our recent victory
Another young American snaps one
final salute before taking one
Final step from a rooftop,
Falling.
Geronimo.
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Pete this is so awesome, I've come back to read it 3 times. Is this a certain form? I love the repetition and the order and the surprises. Nice work, I have started something but cannot get a moment of quiet to work on it. Peace Pete
ReplyDeleteThank you, Maggie! No specific form here, but I usually try to build some kind of consistency into my writing. I just really liked the way the Bin Laden code matched up with these different images of falling.
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