High in the stormy air, a black bird turns,
vast pinions overshadow the ground below.
In the stricken city, lightning burns.
Hear the wartime siren's wail and know
it is the announcement of a dread arrival.
Vast pinions overshadow the ground below.
Now all energies are directed toward survival.
Footsteps flee where the dread bird's shadow falls--
it is the announcement of a dread arrival.
The wide careless limbs of destruction sprawl.
Fire stalks the topless towers while
footsteps flee where the dread bird's shadow falls.
In the distance, cold-hearted commanders smile.
High in the stormy air, a black bird turns.
Fire stalks the topless towers while
in the stricken city, lightning burns.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Warbird
Labels:
poetry,
terzanelle
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