9.11.2025

EMBERS

at first people looking up


     mistook the jumpers for embers tumbling


across the bright face of burning empire



     not seeing the morning’s light


blue perfection was a cracked robin’s egg

     
     disgorging black swans     breathing     not breathing



thinking what     thoughts     thinking no


     thoughts     bodies     shot through     the impossible


air     shot down     to the unthinkable street




          into the unspeakable




outside time’s ambit     the zone where     some say


     we can pray backwards they were not alone