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First
shade of grey
city
beneath rubble
silver lining
torn
from buildings, planes
Rob’s best friend
lost--
we dig like dogs,
Steve says
can’t go deep
enough. Stories, piles
of debris--matter
scattered.
Grey smoke covers
face
out window
papers flew,
flames tossed
in the blue
3D movie, video
screen, printmaking
charcoal scene.
This is not
black and white.
Body count--
city poem of red.
Face it, then--
paint over it,
decoupage
bits of paper,
shoes, hair
candle wax
photo pavement
last seen
childhood
friend wore green
paint over this, please--
thin layer of clear
gloss, not dull
just a coat.
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