Thursday, November 6, 2008

Prose Poem

Flying
A Bird falls from a branch and takes flight. The tarmac is hot from the Jets taking off. They soar through the air until a voice over the come screams "FIRE FOR EFFECT".
A man in uniform and gear on the ground watches the Jets scream by. His man on the radio screams to them. They watch as the bombs are released and float towards the ground.
They plummet all the way down into the unexpecting ground. The explosions shoot flames into the air. The Bird comes back to the nest with a worm. The Jets hit the tarmac. The Bird has just killed.
The war has begun.

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