Today's poem is by Matthew Thorburn

After the Bomb
       

Bits of paper swirled behind my eyes

some with treble clefs with quarter

or half notes Uncle Albert penciled

years ago no longer a waltz a serenade

but the hum that follows fell

over his charred blue armchair

one arm blown off the chandelier

a spray of powdery glass

burnt carpet turning white under

paper flakes fake snow the night's

first faint stars twinkling overhead

because no ceiling now no roof.

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from String
LSU Press
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