Dear and Broken Brunette Black Box
You, sole survivor
Of discovered crash today,
and all alone I
witness you
struggle out the twisted plane.
Such cruel caught pain,
Jet fuels' hot, regretful flame,
from cold neglect
and bitter shame.
You will get out-
You will reclaim.
Inwardly I weep upon
mere sight of your endeavor.
I'll carry you
and your possessions,
'til you can walk
or happily forever.