Monday, July 21, 2014

Hands Are Not Wings (Flight 17)


Children fall from the clouds. 
The sky is not their home.
The air could not sustain them 

(hands are not wings, after all).
A plane tumbles to the ground.
A shadow enshrouds the earth.

No one names the darkness. 
Our eyes look away.
Children fall from the clouds. 

The sky is not their home.
The air could not sustain them 
(hands are not wings, after all).