WAR Poem: Saturday Sun, by Lauren Tong

It was a Saturday morning.
Dawn cracked open from the horizon like a ripe yolk,
But all we could see were the planes and their smoke
And the fire raining from the sky.
Kilometers below them was the unknowing earth,
Green and alive like it was just another summer day
Because it was.
And the people scattered and ran
Like ice thrown hard at the ground
Shattering into pieces
Spraying across space.
And maybe it was the most human thing
And maybe it was the most stupid thing
That a girl paused and looked up
And harmonized to the air raid sirens
As the people ran and the planes tore through the air with sound
On that Saturday morning.

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