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,