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11  11    11

Four WWI bombers flew low over

my house  at the 11th hr. of the 11th day

of the 11th month   The newspapers rifled

off numbers of dead in the millions  at places

like Vimy Ridge   +Juno Beach


The bombers were small   smaller than the

stealths that fly over at the Air Show   Killing

machines have grown since the Great War

These pale yellow planes flew in formation

buzzing ominously  heading to a glitzy ceremony


A repairman on the roof across the way dove

down to his hands+knees    Maybe he didn’t know

it was Remembrance Day    As Halloween decorations

blew in the breeze  & the first few Xmas lights blinked

I couldn’t help but think about the 3or4 wars +at least 2

genocides in my lifetime


Later one stray yellow bomber made it’s way to the festivities

as a giant Peregrine eyed me malevolently   The repairman now

on his belly  crawling over bloody bodies  to safety



And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes

Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation

We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devils bargain
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Joni Mitchell   Woodstock  1970


November 11, 2013



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