Soft Fall – a poem

With care is the hammer lifted, high into rare

Airs where winds of space caress that head

As it looms, shadowy chiaroscuro signs scanning

Over ground zero, threat measured and deigned

Too deadly to thus endure, yet softly falls

The hammer.

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