04-08-2019, 08:58 AM
AF One
Bombs in a row descend like
stairs below an airplane door.
A red rug unrolls downward
– a carpet without magic.
A blue-suited man appears
at the door, waves and turns black.
The night this time may never end.
Bombs in a row descend like
stairs below an airplane door.
A red rug unrolls downward
– a carpet without magic.
A blue-suited man appears
at the door, waves and turns black.
The night this time may never end.