Darkended Breath

Calling in the darkness was the voice,

Crying and a young child’s scream

From the idle thought we see

The city torn and crumbled

The foggy eyes of dead infants

Slew carelessly on the streets

Then we watch a simple particle

Floating through the air

Towards the blackened faces of despair

Where planes fell from the sky

The faces just before death

An A-bomb blast

Wheezing out a diseased last breath

Whirling hurricane passes through the mind

Images to radical to be a dream

An epiphany, although ambigious

Of the end of the world

Chest tightens and lungs vacant

The need to cry, the fear

Where our body shivers

In the chill of knowing

By Ryan Anthony Gibson, 1997, Published in the Anthology of North American Poets

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