I'm a major writer--I think you know that by now. I was going back through some old, old (2005) writing that I did in high school for Mrs. Killen, who was pretty much the best teacher ever and a reason that I'm in the English program and I found something. Actually, I found a lot of somethings--this one's a poem, one I remember writing from a single fragment that got stuck in my head, the line "Silence's mantle falls"...
In the Wake of a Suicide Bomber
Silence’s mantle falls,
broken,
to the floor.
Mercy’s shrill cry
rends
the burning air.
Revenge gathers the blood,
drinks,
and still thirsts.
Mortal man crumbles,
disintegrates,
dust unto dust.
Suicide.
Jihad.
Kamikaze.
Why?
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