The terrorist wonders what a crumbling building
Has anything to do with their cause.
After all it is just
Concrete
Metal
Glass
Maybe some more, some less
Crashing to the ground spewing smoke
Lives.
Scream for me
They think so that a purpose might be defined
So that a purpose might be given
To live
To kill
To instigate
Action that might flicker into the future
Only to fade back into the past
Maybe.
The victim wonders what bombs have anything to do with terrorists
At least
When not wondering why them why not someone else
What possible vengeance could be wrought
Such that the thinly threaded life
Might be disguised with invincible rope once again
Metal
Glass
Pain
Of flesh
Of call
Of the unsettling awareness
Becomes a memory
The world settles fast to its own pace once again.
Lucy Zhang 