"At eyeshot,
Such threads of gloomy fog
in a coal-black sky.
They claim to be God’s knights
And universe earthquake
They claim to be … the message’s protector
At eyeshot.
A blast echoes…
Holes scorched in the sky.
At eyeshot,
There was silence.
And waiting.
Towers fell down from the clouds,
The ground collected
The scattered bodies.
There was… a storm of crying.
And Screaming.
All, were hugging the air."
-Baghdad Morning in New York,
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