On Death of Aeroplane
Or planetcrush in morning obscured by sun
A procession in several dresses And the Sapphire of the moment
is Overwhelming
Their eyes of course the lean of their hair their course steps
are placement
Several feet below the dresses in the Metrioric Ground the gourd the hallow
is a Fruit
A Redder-plum earth, pride in several cantilevers lowering the coffin at
Orion’s feet
His sandaled lower levels accompanies in Bowstring, a Minor C
of Love
Spherical Dawn remember me, the coast, the drying Shore of Earth. the Somber Costa
Del Sol
Albino clouds, The unction curtain of bones the dying precious
Engines is
A Pleiades of Suction, of Horizon/successive, the next sobering wave of Oven
Gravitas/Space
Bleat Bleat Bleat the heavens and the waves upon translucent Space translucent
in the Skys
Aviator wings and yet the starlings left tailside droop and are such that as the plane
crash morning
Summons so much fervor all the papers dredge the scene for news, No survivors say the headlines
say the Pleiades
No Survivors say the sunshine rush, the crunch and cruel of Traffic nor the blue something
of the Pleiades
Nevermore the apple cut clean of airplane air, Nor the deepest burial, goodbye night sky
Goodnight
Several moments to impact still the people they are ready, hand in hand and waiting
for the drop
Most Gods are late, some earily tap their watches, let’s get this over with say the oldest ones
to God
Several more seconds later and the last cloud layer and the Pilots all lean back
This is it they’re Sure
A Cabin’s worth of certainty/silently broken fairly by a whimper is camaraderie and
the Pleiades
Their weeping sowing breast purge the scene of sorrow, the Assurance in their steps, the tilling
of the Grave
No Survivors | The Broken Wing | there is Jet Fuel everywhere | We’ve Left footprints
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