Rotor blades are swiping the sky,
bronze and orange paint their
surreal stripes across the horizon;
throbbing humming whirring,
meld into cacophany;
Rotor blades are swiping the sky,
chattering clattering hammering,
smacking concrete jarring the senses;
squatting crouching striding toward
the doors yawning open,
huddled in shock huddled in awe;
the bronze and orange painting
their surreal stripes brighter than before;
seconds seconds minutes pass,
losing time time gone;
throbbing bursting choking rotors
rev their roar,
doors slamming slamming
shut as coffin lids,
whisps, plumes and clouds
of smoke curl and choke
scrawl their epitaph
over the city;
bronze and orange continue to bleed,
rotor blades are swiping the sky.
An excellent, cinematic’ poem filled with deft touches.
This is an unnerving potent picture of our times. Sends chills and calls on our courage to stand solid in community together.