Tag: Visual Poetry

  • Two Planes, Flames, and Pain

    Plane

    Crash

    Flame

    Glass

    Smoke

    Choke

    People dead upon impact, people

    Not knowing how to react, people

    Stopped in their tracks, staring as

    A second plane does as the first

    Did. Sudden panic: stay or go?

    What the fuck is going on? Does

    Anybody know? Can anybody

    Show them how to get out whole?

    “Quickly! Get down the stairs to

    Outside; don’t stop for no one,

    Even if it tears you inside: this

    Is your only chance, don’t take

    It in stride!” All the time the bodies

    Rained from on high, from those

    Trapped inside way up in the sky.

    “I want to know who is behind this?

    ‘Cause they are going to pay!

    They will rue the day that they

    Fucked with the U. S. of A.!”

    “Shhh! There’s time for that later!

    Just keep still and shut your mouth…

    Wait, anyone hear that rumbling sound?”

    That’s the terrible sound of steel

    Supports snapping, one by one

    They are cracking, and the flames

    Keep lap-a-lapping as 110 floors

    Drop, first the South, then the North,

    And everyone trapped, praying as

    a hopeless/ hopeful last resort.