MARK I. KIRKMEYER
SILENT AIRPORT
Footsteps echo back
Normal for midnight
But light shines through large observation windows
Aircraft parked at terminal
Cold and Silent
I have my duty
No time to think
Lots of time to think
A continent away it started
Fanatics acting not of anger
"Inshalla"
They are not all that way
Wonder about my friends from the Gulf
How do they feel?
Sorrow, anger; not joy
Step in the command center
It's on the news.
The twin sisters have fallen
The man sliced open
Mind running
Thinking of numbers
Calculations
Why do I do this?
Training?
Estimating body count
Must return to duty
Don't think
A monster
Thinking of numbers
Not of people
maybe I've seen to much
What will happen when the job is done?
Tears overwhelming as I relax
How many losses?
Overwhelming.