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[bodytext] => Then… Then the people of the city moved like sluggish insects : that is, Slowly awaking with each passing moment to the tasks of their day, With coffee cups and a stretching of aching muscles and a moments silence before the mirror. Already the cars flowed from the side roads to block the main arteries Choking up the streets then slowly dispersing until thinned it flowed again. Reluctant pupils dreamed on school buses, waiters smoked on the diners stoop . The city trotted into the morning like a dog after dinner, slow and resentful of its own bodyweight . The martyrs came down from the cathedrals buttresses like firemen sliding on silver poles . Archangels soared past airplanes wearing old testament fire in their hair and clothes Converting the witnesses, dumbstruck below at the eloquence of their flight The terror of each fall and its bloody full stop ending . The finale was breathtaking ,a giant puff of smoke enveloped the city blocks . Stone became dust , steel girders writhed like snakes or shattered into jagged knives . .A lava flood of puliverised debri consumed the streetscape . Twisters of shredded paper rode the firestorms through the avenues.. For a year they gathered and swept, painstakingly not a grain or dust particle missed . This grey mountain into huge barges they had tethered floating like airships on the river Filled them until they groaned with the strain. A hundred a thousand I cant remember how many . Filled until they were so weighed down they rode low in the dirty river water. Filled them for a year until nothing remained , nothing , a white space, a void , a blank page. When the barges were towed out to sea a brass band played on the pier until it became dark. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 87 [topic] => 57 [informant] => toby59 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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