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First Contact
A poem by S. David
The ground trembled,
I felt the screams
As two of the people
Died, crushed, burning,
No time to retreat,
The awful stillness.
A strange rhythmic
Thumping above me.
I must be brave,
I must be courageous,
I must know what is
Happening though the
Sky fire is still
Raging and the sand
Still burns.
I must ascertain,
I must know,
I will go
Out, above.
©S. David 2003 |
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"First Contact"
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