Friday, October 04, 2013

Poem: Escape

By Jack Brummet





1
Take the worst that could happen 
And add two zeros.

2
High fidelity clouds gather over
The tattered stage flats of a world on fire.

3
No one’s left to clear our lift off,.
We sort our way between the flak and shrapnel.

4
The ground rolls away behind us.
You and me.
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