Mortality

it was a firebomb morning alight

from the sides it’s quite

alright. alright, don’t stay skystuck or

hope to unbutton the planes from

the towers. Nothing will move for

you. nothing has ever been undone

because it was wished. it was smokescreen

for hours for days. for a time with

evening cap hearts startled in

the crash a gleaning of steel a

stilting suit waving pale paperclip

arms at the edge. you have toppled

been curled back into soot for a time

quaking for a time rocking for a

time. He will arrange a line of soldiers

with wobbly baby hands but there is

nothing one boy can avenge. it was a

silversliced day clamping clam white

masks over mouths keeping calm keep

still under the hard patter of jumpers for

a time. little firebirds through the jetlag

every autumn smells of explosions.

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two paintings of the towers