BOSTON (erasure, Jeff Miller)
For April 13, Poets and Writers suggested an erasure poem. It only seems fitting to do one, now. I cannot speak to the events of yesterday. These are the words of Jeff Miller, from the Orange County Register (link from the AP).
Two cops flew past me, blind with panic.
An entire nation — suddenly runners
filled with flashes and booms.
“Someone upstairs dropped something.”
Gear bags. Thousands of bags.
What was in the bags?
A Boston street
shattered, shut down, jammed,
dazed and bloodied, missing limbs.
Six, eight deep
with heart, spirit, splintered.
Mass murder. Silence.
“If you were slower,
that could have been you.”