The bomb blast didn't kill me
it shook my bones like ivory checkers
each click representing a broken something
making the tangible world
unbearably painful
noises of lambs being tortured
rang in my ears
glass shattering
zip guns firing
as helicopters flew overhead
between the golden skyscraper
that towered over me
like an ancient pyramid
"Allah Akbar!!!!"
came from the left of me
as a huge atomic bomb sound
echoed in my vicinity
shattering my last eardrum
a Chassidic old man
with a long white beard
lay three feet from me
as he recited
"Avinu Malkeniou"
Our father, our King
bring us back to You
in perfect repentance
he took his last breath
I crawled like a sea turtle
towards who the hell knows
feeling quite light
as if a part of me was missing
then a sharp pain in the eyes
two muscular arms dragged me to safety
as a panicked voice yelled
"Find his other leg, ****!'
I faded away
as Amazing grace played
I arrived in the light
deaf
sort of dumb
blind
and legless
a butterscotch sounding voice spoke
"You must go back, my son"
oh, no I replied
"to do what, play Mr.Bojangles on the street corners
with a monkey to collect my pity change?"
the voice never replied
I found myself in a sort of limbo
everything I physically lost, restored
but a nagging sense of loss
like I disappointed the big boss
in an ungraceful mood
I yell
"Fix your own mess"
but no one answers Me