The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Fri 10/10/2008)

You

You are the whole building on fire.
You are the voice of sirens. You are
the dumb crowd milling, the capture
of Weegee's lens. You are flames
licking up the escape. You’re the hovering
of a mother at the cliff of her window ledge.
You are the choice to drop her baby.
You’re the chance of a beckoning crowd,
six hands gripping a sooty raincoat. You
are the only option. You’re a simple drop.
Ten stories below they pray you’re like a cloud,
soft floating. You are like a cloud. Grey
and you don’t hold anything. You are
that moment before a falling, the falling,
a whir of falling, a wail of falling, the sweet
thud. You are black blood flaring
across the concrete. You are a needle
to the groove of a very sad song.
The whole building burns with you.

Sandra Beasley

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Wow.

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Zen-ish maybe, but I can't help but see a real building on fire, a real baby dropping. (I blame mom-hormones.)

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Wow!

Graphic, intense, sad...

Thank you...

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