The warning flyers silent
dropped around your ears.
I sent them slapping
from the belly of my planes
then droned away
to let you think
and time to escape.
In the whole city
in all your streets
you stood standing in place
over and over again reading
the printed declaration
the spelled out shame.
Run, was the gist,
get away
before I come back
with my mouths open
and my hearts marching past.
aug 22, 2011
No comments:
Post a Comment