Death Comes Home in the Morning
Rosemary said the Shuttle had exploded.
Donna turned on the office radio.
News came in the same tone as the spoken news
From Dallas when President Kennedy was shot.
The pub TV played without commercials.
The flying machine shattered.
It wasn’t the biggest loss in numbers,
It wasn’t the worst kind of death,
But it wasn’t supposed to happen.
It wasn’t supposed to be that way
For the believers who sing “sweet land of liberty”
And tape the first dollar bill to the wall of their first store,
And wave each other on at a crossroads
In the friendliest of gestures between strangers on wheels.
—Paul Marion (c) 1986