Contrail.

Out walking today, I heard a jet
and lazily scanned the sky
for its caulking-cotton pointer.
Then, thinking of the upward eyes
of those in Ukraine,
and Gaza,
the rolling rumble became counsel,
not to disparage their souls
by taking my own life for granted.
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