They're falling,

sleek sheets of tin

foil. I watch them,

foil, frozen in their fall.

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They're falling,

sleek sheets of tin foil.

Contorted, twisting, turning,

frozen in their foil fall.

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Their faces, frozen.

Terror in their fall.

Free from roaring fire,

and frozen in their fall.

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And their faces, frozen

and grotesque,

too shocked to scream.

Their crack on the concrete

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echo's in my head

as I watch the sleek silver

tin foil bodies,

frozen in their fall.

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Inspired by artwork by Mitsutoshi Toda