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I Saw the Bombs
by Betania TeschBacklit by the green sky
the flickers and flashes
trembling with excitement
waiting, hoping
to tear through the belly.
And they looked like
dying fireflies
all shot down out of the sky
with their abdomens
fading before touching down
and back into that green sky.
But it didn't stay green--
no it was lit with the
white and orange and red,
unlit by black planes
and the screams were inaudible
over the blasts
in the empty city with
the lights still on
against the backdrop
of that green sky
there was a bit a beauty in it
if only for the colours
if only for the implied sanguine
that must have been
staining the streets
below the flaking grey ashes
from the hot orange buildings
against that green sky.
These are the paintings of their freedom.
This is the art of their murder. 03/22/2003 Author's Note: Yeah. I saw the bombs. I could almost hear the city of Baghdad scream...almost.
Posted on 03/22/2003
Copyright © 2024 Betania Tesch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 03/23/03 at 02:03 AM You gave words to the picture I watch day in and day out on my tv. Yes, those colorful pictures depicting their art of murder. |
| Posted by Melanie A Bennett on 03/24/03 at 02:49 AM This poem gives the reader a very descriptive sense of reality... Very well-written and hauntingly too real... ~Mel~ |
| Posted by Sarah Brookes on 03/25/03 at 09:28 PM I feel guilty for really taking pleasure in that awesome piece of description. Horrific, haunting and so vividly real. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/04/03 at 04:25 PM Yeah, I agree with Rae. You humanize the cold images and sounds that flash so easily and swiftly into our eyes and ears from the satellites and the mikes. Thanks, Bethany. |
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