Darkended Breath
Calling in the darkness was the voice,
Crying and a young child’s scream
From the idle thought we see
The city torn and crumbled
The foggy eyes of dead infants
Slew carelessly on the streets
Then we watch a simple particle
Floating through the air
Towards the blackened faces of despair
Where planes fell from the sky
The faces just before death
An A-bomb blast
Wheezing out a diseased last breath
Whirling hurricane passes through the mind
Images to radical to be a dream
An epiphany, although ambigious
Of the end of the world
Chest tightens and lungs vacant
The need to cry, the fear
Where our body shivers
In the chill of knowing
By Ryan Anthony Gibson, 1997, Published in the Anthology of North American Poets
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