DEATH FROM ABOVE
There was no glamour in the death itself.
No fiery wreck
No magic bullet
No fall from the sky;
rather a
slow painful ugly end.
But it was a calculated one,
a long and carefully planned one:
not an inevitable train wreck
but a building collapsing in slo-mo.
The answer to a terrible riddle.
The only glory was taken by the tombstone:
Death by Self-Destruction.
Copyright Oren Peleg 2010
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