Upon Seeing a Plane Crash
In the aftermath, among the
twisted wings and bouyant seats,
I hope they find a hand
clutching another hand.
And whether it was in desperation,
fear, or anger, we can all pretend
that in those last moments,
as the hushed corn rose to meet them,
there was love.
Friday, June 5, 2009
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Beautiful sir, absolutely beautiful
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