OPINION
DEBRIS ON A HILLSIDE
Written by Kable
Published August 16, 2005
Published August 16, 2005
I dream.
Of airplanes.
Falling
From.
The sky.
Oxygen masks.
Hanging.
Empty.
At 34,000 feet.
Everything.
Outwards.
Sucked.
Inwards.
While.
F-16.
Fighter planes.
Ride the slipstream.
A passenger.
Comes in the form.
Of winged messenger:
"Farewell, Cousin.
Here we're frozen...."
Meanwhile...
20 children.
Lie.
Sleeping.
Skin.
Coated with.
Ice.
And.
The.
Seeds
Of
Misfortune.
Moments later...
Debris.
On a hillside.
Blown.
To.
The four corners.
Of the earth.
RIP.
# transmission ends #
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- DEBRIS ON A HILLSIDE
- Published: August 16, 2005
- Type: Opinion
- Section: Culture
- Filed Under: Culture: Society
- Writer: Kable
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That is pretty wonderful. Nice work.
That message sent to a cousin actually turns out to be a lie, the guy apparently made it up.
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that was something close to wonderful, right there. fantastic.