The homicide of a generation

and the birth of a new one.

The plane slowly sways

about the peaceful clouds,

so innocent through a murderous day.

Two faces:

one side burned,

the other gone,

while air slowly slips

out of lungs,

breath by breath.

An implosion of the tranquility

within a family torn

from each other limb by limb.

The remains of the flesh

red church float atop

the still stream,

The street lights quiver above nothing,

nothing is left.

Fall back, groups with gas masks

full of gas.

Life worth nothing

as more and more

cooperate with death.

A bent front tire

jointed with the remains

of a red, white, and blue

bicycle lying amid the

rubble.