Professional armies

 

 I did not know then, they would fall out of the skies…

skin briefcases to hold their fall,

contact lenses retina implants,

 

tricks of memory -

they did fall out of the skies.

C.e.os, cooks, cleaners, speculators and snake oil peddlers

electricians, magicians

just arriving to set up their gear

for breakfast birthday parties;

dark haired children, hispanicos,

women in veils

and blond soldiers;

they, the godless, devout, monogamous,

polygamous, loving, hating, earnest, alive,

childless, dogless, motherless, fatherless, humanless

earthless

 

like bombs

they fell out of the skies

like stars

like meteors and mutations

professional armies

they keep on falling out of the skies.

 

Excerpts from the book of POEMS FOR PEACE

Erica Weick late in September 2001/ Revisited in 2013