The silent smoke signaled
something was about to strike,
no orange, or blue,
just chemically induced gushes of black conquered the sky
in a matter of minutes.
It lingered over the steel target for hours
before the whole fucking bridge collapsed.
already irritated that they’re not moving,
while one lady screamed about how hundreds have just died.
I sat under the powerless patio
after the rain showed up a little too late.
Others had left their cars a block away,
walking against traffic.
Roads were closed,
and yet the city honked as if that was enough to move mountains.
I sat beside and watched until the clouds dispersed,
traffic slowly began to move again,
the power came back on,
and everyone went about the rest of their day
that was already over.
I turned on the news,