Once again, this is the worst weekend of the year in San Francisco, not only for Angels falling blue to hell, but for the adoration shown, without a thought, the merest thought of what they really mean.

All of a sudden
(it was hot, it was blue,
the meal was done,
the table cleared,
in what would soon
be the bones of home,)
a sound devoured the sky.

All of a sudden
the blue turned white,
We could no longer hear.
The sky was gone.
The white went gray.
Sand scoured our eyes
with harrowing grains.
The gray went too.
What remained
was colorless, forever.

All of a sudden
stone fell from the sky. Monstrous
heads, they fell. A steel beam
flew by, a needle of stone
pierced an eye.

All of a sudden, my son
was deaf forever. Never would hear
me say I love you!
all of a sudden forever.

An arm flew by
all of a sudden. I did not see the rest
of my wife, forever.
She took another son, too.
We never said goodbye, forever.

I have heard
in your country
they are called
Blue Angels, that
thousands gather
to watch them.

I have heard
that people rush up to the roofs
when they hear the sound,
What a thrill! What a sight!
When we heard we flew down.
We ate the dirt
to go even deeper, away
from the sound, from what we had seen.

If these are angels
of your blue heaven
We do not want to see them
again, forever.

Will Kirkland
October 9, 2009

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Note:

The current F/A 18 Hornet Blue Angels have 9 hardpoints from which to release bombs, from a B83 Nuclear bomb, to several types of cluster bombs (CBUs), to  2,000 pound bombs, which can form a crater 50 feet wide and 36 ft deep. It can penetrate up to 15 inches of metal or 11 ft (3.4 m) of concrete,  and causes lethal fragmentation to a radius of 400 yards.

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