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Unformatted text preview: the color of bone. Skeleton-colored skin. A ruffled uniform. His eyes were cold
and brown—like coffee stains—and the last scrawl from above formed what, to me, appeared an odd, yet
familiar, shape. A signature.
The crowd did what crowds do.
As I made my way through, each person stood and played with the quietness of it. It was a small concoction of
disjointed hand movements, muffled sentences, and mute, self-conscious turns. When I glanced back at the plane, the pilot’s open mouth appeared to be smiling.
A final dirty joke.
Another human punch line.
He remained shrouded in his uniform as the graying light arm-wrestled the sky. As with many of the others,
when I began my journey away, there seemed a quick shadow again, a final moment of eclipse—the recognition
of another soul gone.
You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world,
I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies.
I’ve seen millions of them.
I’ve seen more eclipses than I care to remember. THE FLAG
The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned.
There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.
Earlier, kids had been playing hopscotch there, on the street that looked like oil-stained pages. When I arrived, I
could still hear the echoes. The feet tapping the road. The children-voices laughing, and the smiles like salt, but
This time, everything was too late.
The sirens. The cuckoo shrieks in the radio. All too late.
Within minutes, mounds of concrete and earth were stacked and piled. The streets were ruptured veins. Blood
streamed till it was dried on the road, and the bodies were stuck there, like driftwood after the flood.
They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls.
Was it fate?
Is that what glued them down like that?
Of course not.
Let’s not be stupid.
It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.
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This note was uploaded on 01/17/2014 for the course ENG 99 taught by Professor Michal during the Winter '13 term at CSU Sacramento.
- Winter '13