WAR
“Why is he not burning?”
“He will, he will, the air is too thin up here…”
Wing over broken wing, crushing g-forces stopping escape,
the enemy pilot prayed to his god but it was too late,
he’s as good as dead.
Sunlight sparkled on the spinning plane a thousand metres below.
Smaller and smaller hard to see in the death spiral.
Will he cry for his mother and scream her name in the thicker air?
When he burns up and if he is still alive? The God of war has struck again and shows no mercy.
Lower air bites and fuel vapour streams through a hundred bullet holes,
catching in a second.
A flash of yellow flame, almost white and a wounded pilot burns,
mercifully unconscious at his life’s end.
War has taken another victim. In the upper air the war rages.
Two more planes fall down, defeated…
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
WAR
“Why is he not burning?”
“He will, he will, the air is too thin up here…”
Wing over broken wing, crushing g-forces stopping escape,
the enemy pilot prayed to his god but it was too late,
he’s as good as dead.
Sunlight sparkled on the spinning plane a thousand metres below.
Smaller and smaller hard to see in the death spiral.
Will he cry for his mother and scream her name in the thicker air?
When he burns up and if he is still alive? The God of war has struck again and shows no mercy.
Lower air bites and fuel vapour streams through a hundred bullet holes,
catching in a second.
A flash of yellow flame, almost white and a wounded pilot burns,
mercifully unconscious at his life’s end.
War has taken another victim. In the upper air the war rages.
Two more planes fall down, defeated…
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