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| Abstract, Colleen Ferratier |
The Day the Sky Fell
They stood
like silver sentries
against the bright
September sky
helpless to stop
the deadly darts that
pierced
their girded ribs.
The
sky
fell.
People fled the fire
a wretched, gaping hell
and leapt
like wingless angels
in
vain escape,
Made manikins of
flesh
buried in
a patchwork
mound of glass
And died—
Now two empty spaces
mar the skyline.
We clutch our
security
like a cardboard
shield
and long for that safe haven
we once believed in
Before the sentries
exploded
and the sky fell.
Sandra Kuizin McKenna