Tuesday, July 16, 2019

11,915. TROUBLE

TROUBLE
(serene, and majestic too)
I may have left the barricade
too soon and they got me on
the coming out : low-flying
stratosphere, and small jets
strafing through that sky.
I went down at once, hard;
perforated by a penitential
fusillade of aimless volleys.
I think I cursed Commander
Korbel as I was falling down.
I remember nothing else; not
even if I lived or if I'd died.


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