That Click
Did you hear that? That click. A gear long stuck was freed To spin another story To rewrite every creed.
Did you hear that? That whir. A fan’s long silent slices blur. Blade cuts through guts and blows the air The smell of blood is everywhere.
Did you hear that? That grind. That freed gear, It seems, has spun Another long stuck over here.
Did you see that? That flash. The blind went up, a crack of light Streams through pane To bathe the blight.
Do you feel that? That breeze. Through that broken window The smoke and pain of war I’m certain it will never be as it was before.
Did you hear that? That sigh. Dusty faces staring A mother holding baby Too stunned to even cry.
From Zen and the Art of [nothing] by John Zdanowski & Jeff Abrams, Chapter 9.
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