Bombs And Rain Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Bombs And Rain



we used to sit
and listen
to the faraway
concussions
rolling across the expanse
of land in front of us.
d
e
e
p
rumb-ling
sounds
growing
in intensity
and
ferocity
as each second passed.

we couldn't see
the b-52's
and neither
could we hear them.

but
they were there.

doing what they did best,

silently
dropping their
loads of
bombs bombs bombs
bombs bombs bombs
bombs bombs bombs
bombs bombs bombs
bombs bombs bombs
bombs bombs bombs
bombs bombs bombs
bombs bombs bombs
down
upon
an unsuspecting
human species
we called the enemy.

yes,
we knew the jets
were high up
tucked away inside
the blanket of clouds
from which the
rain rain rain
rain rain rain
rain rain rain
rain rain rain
rain rain rain
rain rain rain
rain rain rain
rain rain rain
drops
once fell
down
to earth
upon
these same
unfortunate
human beings.

(1-02-1978)

Friday, August 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: War
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