It came from the skies
Black, red and blue
Landing unevenly across the fields where it would morph and
Assimilate
Slowly it overtook the plains
Scattering the animals
And engulfing the vegetation
The crops
And the sandbag blockades
Towering at the city edges
With resonance it beckoned
For humanity
To join its cause
Faced with death
Or the unknown
It was the hardest choice
Any of us had to make
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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