The day still tastes like ash.
When the earth shivered, let out a sigh--
The day our faith in steel and stone became a lie,
But not our love for those torn from us in a flash
Between bitter quarrels and hasty goodbyes.
The day still tastes like ash.
When ribbons of flame opened from a gash:
A scream of turbines ripped the sky.
Soot twirled like confetti blinding our eyes.
The day still tastes like ash.
Geoffrey Philp
Geoffrey Philp
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