Bombshell

she’s a
beautiful,
sun-bright ballistic
subsonic sleek siren

you trace her elegant arc
across the gleaming sky
until the screaming
descent

…wait for it…

impact
explosion
crater

you will feel
the concussion
only much
later later later

ground zero without
protective lenses
flash-blinded by
a look, THE look

you learn to live with
exquisite unrequited pain
a constant companion
whispering that you are truly
alive