Bombs struck from the air today.
A number of people died,
who did not expect to die.
Their side will retaliate soon.
Some walk around now,
shop, sleep,
drink a cup of morning coffee,
pee, make love,
play with their grandchildren,
kneel in prayer,
plot a robbery,
drive a team of oxen,
spear fish in a river,
hunt, save a whale,
propose, be unfaithful,
sue someone, accept an award,
put a dog to sleep,
gift a kitten,
escape from prison,
sell everything that is not nailed down,
win a race, plunge off a cliff,
admonish, praise, retch,
stroll a zoo, repair a fence,
bury a loved one,
bury one they did not love,
act out the eight billion
different ways people do
before they suddenly die
from an unnatural cause.
Time will go by.
Strikes will stop.
Later they will strike again
somewhere.
It's what they always do.
Hope you make it.
Originally published in The Stickman Review