Going in circles at Arlington National cemetery. By Melanie Browne

Our tour guide points

towards the Pentagon,

"the sunny side is

the side that the

plane hit,"




We shield our eyes

and turn our heads

in that direction,




"The plane actually

flew over the cemetery,"




We watch the changing of

the guard and say hi

to Jack and Jackie

but I can't stop

thinking about

the dark

shadow of

that plane

against

the white

stone markers

on a bright

and sunny day




All of those

soldiers

in one place

in precise

row after row,



a sense of order

to soften

all the chaos

Melanie Browne is a poet and fiction writer living in Texas. She has been published in various journals and 

online literary magazines such as Pulp Metal Magazine. She has also been included in several anthologies, 

including Zombies Galore and Everyday poets 2.