Thursday, February 5, 2009

Hyperbole

When an era ends, it is silence.
Not like an atom bomb--
no feet scrambling down the street,
melting in Agent Orange.

It is an unanswered phone
and a yawning quiet
that catches in your throat
before the flames begin to burn.

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