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Living Honestly

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I drive away from the corporate tower
Brake, gas, brake–then all gas
Staying back from the speeders in front
Moving aside from the ones catching up
Another hour of life at seventy M P H

Radio says we’re sending troops
Thousands of miles away
To kill bad guys
And nothing about the good ones
To be killed living honestly

I swear for the last few miles
Even with the windows up
I can smell the trees
And the tall grass
Like I live in the country

At the kitchen table
My wife touches my hand
And we say a short prayer
The muted TV shows a hole in a school
With a caption about moderate rebels

The sun sets
Yet the evening stays warm enough
For a t-shirt and shorts
I sit on the deck looking west
Imagining time has stopped

But the Earth rolls me back
Under a deepening dusk
Under the same, first pinpoints of light
That awed children
Nine hours before

In my yard the nighthawk that swoops
Is just a bird
Chasing insects I can’t see
And the crickets with their trill
Try hard to make up
For the White Nights gone away

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We Can Never Know

Tomahawk

Grayish, like an airplane
But with stubs, not wings
Flying straight and low and fast

To watch it in flight
It’s beautiful to me

Like an air show
A demonstration
But no cockpit?

Too narrow to seat a pilot
Long and sleek
Arrow straight

It’s going somewhere

It was sent, launched
By someone
By many people

Who told it to go
Gave the destination
And the load of Nothing

It won’t turn
Won’t slow down
Won’t stop

When it gets close
Wheels won’t fold out
And it won’t land

It won’t knock
Ring the bell
Or use the door

It will be horrible

Slamming, smashing, screeching
Exploding
Bricks, metal, glass

Spraying, dis-integrating, burning
Drywall, pipes, wires, and cameras
Skin, intestines, nerves, and  eyes

Structure falling
Debris scattering
Dust clearing

Silence…

Until sirens fill the air
Red flashing lights
Follow the road

Swerving around boulders
Or pieces of building
Around bundles
Or pieces of people

People

Who we could never know were good or bad
Nor what they would have felt
Some hours later

When they would have been
But some miles away
Opening a door

Stepping in
And sitting down
With their family for dinner

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