Spilled wine, flowing
Unevenly from broken vessels
Stained the road, mixing violet with crimson
Underhues
My table, overturned
My companion, huddling behind for
All the protection twelve millimetres of
Aluminum could offer
Frozen in a grimace, the shock
Having come quickly. Great Paris, we were told
Home of the Artists and Gentry
A calm bubble, floating gently
On the froth of a changing Europe
The first rays of sun, glinting
Off my opened, glazed eyes
Calm, warm morning air pierced only
by the Muezzin's call to prayer