Jet Vapor and the Newspaper

Glowing orange lighting the vapor,
A reminder of what is gone
Echoed in the morning paper
Spread across a snow covered lawn.

Saddened by words on the pages,
The black and white of a bad night
Seen the same throughout the ages,
With an orange glow faking good light.

The breath of a jet and the news,
Yesterday, today, still the same,
The stench of the times and the ooze—
About the shame our days became.

Viewing the signs of what is done,
The sky and pages take their turn
Both basking in the morning sun
While people die and buildings burn.