Zywa The Big Event

From heaven
fast dots diving
to a no man's land

discarded without wings
soft bags, chairs
hard metal, limbs
my heart too

stands still
in disbelief
yet there is a patent leather shoe
yet I read unfolded lives

My misty eyes
and my mouth full of thoughts
ask for words
for the emptiness

This far too big event
on an ordinary day
extends beyond the horizon

Poem 2218
Amsterdam, 2019-04-24

Flight MH17 on July 17th, 2014
Collection: BloodTrunk 
Keyword: War: fight/resistance/guerrilla 
Keyword: MH17^ 
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