What if they were trained
not just to direct us to exits
and show us how to tuck our heads
between our knees
but to sit
calmly
as the metal slid sideways
down the sky
and sing
to fill the noose of time
with voices so big
they would stomp out the terror
for what is left to do
in a final moment
but let in
the rapture.
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