Above the Debris Field

 

Burning engine; 

 

uncontrolled dive.

 

Passengers scream away their last minute,

 

go out terrified. Tail shears clear,

 

open sky inside the cabin. 

 

One guy, losing grip 

 

on a chair, 

 

before

 

suction 

 

takes him, 

 

bellows,

 

“Watch! I’m Superman!”

 

He lets go, he’s gone.
 

 

Should your plane crash,

 

try to be that guy.

 

 

 

 

r h p   h o m e

 

 

T o d d   M e r c e r


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