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Another jet drops homeward
Crooked as a drunkard? ramble
Its amber eyes dim the Indus night
Its tiger-roar breaks my reverie.
How can such fat geese become spears?
Pierce the flanks of landmarks,
Dump them into our arms like best friends dying
Shedding flame, smoke and blood -- body parts like tears?
The rubble buries everyone unbiased
Monsters, victims and heroes alike,
Step pyramids cut in negative to lift out their ashes
Borne away reverent, for sacred payback.
I will wake again in darkness
And make up my quiet bed
Like a night-dropped agent
Who bundles up his parachute
And stretches a lone ear for shadow friends.
Sooner or later, the coldest of sunrise
Will kindle promised warmth.
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