across the cease-fire line.

Originally done as a collage, also.

Take it easy on the way down,
we're on the summit,
the top of the world.
Shivering in the cold,
I quickly realize,
tears in their eyes
around a smoky scrub fire,
of all the things we could do,
have done
these are the memories I will carry -
27 million world--s
destroyed with a crackle of sparks.