John Martino
American Sonnet 50
It’s in rain flames! Sorry
sky. Starting motors,
I start to lie. I’ve lost my
mooring. One story
at a time. Such terrific
breakage. The meaning was
the wreckage. No one got
the message. No one even
tried. “Out of the way!”
they cried. “Worst thing I’ve
ever seen!” “No humanity.”
One lady screamed,
“I can’t even talk! In fact,
I can hardly breathe.”
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