A Bomb From Somewhere Else
Falling dust makes no sound.
You do not see a bomb,
you see yourself
from the bottom of a crater,
but it’s not you,
it’s just the smolder of silence.
This is only a picture for closed eyes,
after you saw the image.
An Ohio sky is also a picture.
Autumn leaves falling,
it’s the air that rustles, the leaves
make no sound -
yet the earth hungrily eats.
Foliage continues to bomb the earth
with silence,
that silence catches fire
beneath closed eyes
and you see your body smoldering
somewhere else.
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