My Morning Commute

On days when fog rolls in on lion’s paws
The terror brings me miles distant from here
To twins reduced to ash. I lose myself.

My eyelids seared by fire, turmoil. A hol-
y war I never signed up for. Panic! Panic!
I see my city cut down and bleeding.
I hear the cries, a boxer, seeing double.

At first we stop. We all apply our brakes,
Then I get out and jog then sprint towards
Downtown. I run and run while each
Fleeting second means another plane
Strikes- another window shattering down.
The bodies raining down from clouds of smoke
Like dominoes towers fall continuously,

Vibrations shake me awake until
My eyes see the red of brake lights ahead.