The images of school children
Dead
Arms up
Like they are resting
Stars
Everywhere
In the wreckage of a
Great plane
With burning rubble
And skin
I am now weakened
And dulled
So much that I do not
Feel a thing
At the site of this
Carnage
Focusing instead
On my performance
Metrics
And rhythms of
Holiday planning
And school breaks
And oil changes
“Nothing new
To look at
Here”
The signs read
I acquiesce
And turn my head
Down
To focus on lines
In the pavement
Morgan Bazilian is a short story writer and poet based in Dublin, Ireland, and Telluride, Colorado. His poetry has appeared in: Exercise Bowler, Pacific Poetry, Angle Poetry, Dead Flowers, Poetry Quarterly and Innisfree. His stories have been published in Eclectica, South Loop Review, Embodied Effigies, Shadowbox, Slab, and Glasschord.
