I walk and watch the plane ascend,
Expecting an explosion, a means to an end.  
From earth, I’d feel the heat on the left side of my face.
A mustard coating, as the souls climb towards grace,
Is it wrong to witness a terrible thing?
To find weeping metal in a fiery ring?
Where humans once manned,
Mankind’s fleshy hand.

I continued my walk keeping track of the sky,
The plane never crashed, but still the souls climbed.