Falling from the Clouds

by John Curl

Falling from the clouds like a swarm of insects
forces were extorting on a maximum scale
his body a broken egg shell
sitting alone at the bay window
sad red roofs with smoking chimneys
a mass of refugees mulling along
near the chemical factories
stray missile hits a large white drawbridge
under which a barge passes
an old man at the tiller
autumn trees in spring

Copyright © by John Curl, 1999

 

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