Watch the Skies
Someone was pointing. I looked up. The smoke was so thick I couldn’t tell what was burning. “Call 1-800-Terrorist!” a voice from within the crowd on the sidewalk shouted. Later none of us could remember who abandoned the brittle civilities of law enforcement first. Shackled to our seats in the van, we were forced to shit where we sat. The visible world would continue to smolder for days. I can still taste the smoke whenever I get stressed. Others say they saw a face in the clouds, but only for an instant – pockmarked and flabby and wearing a tremulous grin.
Someone was pointing. I looked up. The smoke was so thick I couldn’t tell what was burning. “Call 1-800-Terrorist!” a voice from within the crowd on the sidewalk shouted. Later none of us could remember who abandoned the brittle civilities of law enforcement first. Shackled to our seats in the van, we were forced to shit where we sat. The visible world would continue to smolder for days. I can still taste the smoke whenever I get stressed. Others say they saw a face in the clouds, but only for an instant – pockmarked and flabby and wearing a tremulous grin.
