Thanks For The Memories
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1 min readSep 24, 2017
for Ken Burns
The choppers danced
a choreography of death,
like Bolshoi dragonflies,
soaring and swooping,
determined, deadly,
delicate and graceful.
Horror and beauty
bound together,
locked in a final,
fatal, pas de deux,
nimbly performing
that doomed ballet
of murdering madness.
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Singing for supper…
