fifteen minutes with you
2017-03-31 6:46 a.m.

there is cold war relic
blazoned with some future date certain
on which you will be alone.
and you will fall.
you will be alone falling.
this time not in spectacle
but something like pageantry.
eyes closed, you will see knights and banners,
heraldry displayed in Kodachrome color,
celebrating the alliance
between you and the ground.
when your salty skin splits,
your eyes will open
to a tired pale sky, unremarkable
but for the silver feathered birds circling,
a wake of vultures
unsteadily soaring.

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