Black Jet Poem by Laurence Overmire

Black Jet



Fly
Like a bomb over head
Melted metal cockpit
World spinning round a blood blue sky
Dive
__into memory
____Deep
_____into dream
______Die
_______in the fire
________of a cold infant eye…

The smoke surrounds us
Seeming always, the burn of the wreckage
The truth yet obscured by a lie.


(Previously published in Wizards of the Wind, Apr 2008)

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