We were walking Softly talking Belmont and thirteenth As the jets punched out a beating drum Shook the earth and killed the silence Couples ran down driveways in surprise Children cried, animals howled, the sirens screamed Black smoke billowing thick and salacious From the cracks in your teeth Chewing rags and spitting back into A panicked camera crew and through The grainy screens of a million streets Where a canyon forms and rips apart the young and old We never became who we wanted To be when we were younger Sucked into a jet and spewed back out into Circumstances out of our control and realization We are close types, we are style scopes Living inside a burning home