Room for the Living

Over the earth, high over the people everywhere, frozen the planes hung in air

—nor will I forget Leonardo, who with mechanic wings would destroy the Chinese Walls of minds and nations—

then like wounded eagles fell earthward, grazing the million-busy streets, where their bombs released geysers of earth and stone and blood and bone.

Seaward the planes ascending air ....

Tortured, unseeing, the faces stare from below.