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Benediction
Aaron Brame
From the look of it, it opened the sky
over the highschool on a Tuesday morning.
The girls were clustered on the quarter-mile track--
their gestures indicating the surge’s downhill path.
(From the womb of one we recovered two unformed skulls
fused at the crown). The principal, crouched in prayer
in his office, awaited a wall of sulfur.
We have what the cop’s dashcam transmitted:
pinetrees curved backwards,
birds bursting.