Frigatezine- Essay/Features: Countermeasures: The Fall

It was the day the dead fought in the air
	with the dead. The sky here
was far away, was blank, lovely
	as a blue globe,
as glass. I listened to the news, I watched it all, the screen like the mind’s eye, showing it again and again. Part burned, part was ground down into powder as the world fell. The world had been built out of paper
	and the flickering of power.
The power lasted long enough for a few urgent words.
	The paper
was light enough to survive on the wind, was found all over the city for days,
	and nothing
could be read in order.