A Bomb Falls Somewhere
You do not see the bomb,
probably never will
though you imagine yourself
at the bottom of a crater,
however it’s not you,
it’s just the form
of a still smoldering silence.
This peaceful Ohio sky is a picture.
Autumn leaves falling,
the air rustles gently,
but now you recall the horror
the mangled innocence of death from afar.
Somewhere a bomb-bay has opened
blood is again falling
through a picturesque world
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