When A Enemy Mig Fell Like A Burning Dot Poem by Gert Strydom

It's a dot coming
with a falling bomb,
from high out of the blue
and I am astonished

but how plainly painful I see a iron bird fall,
hitting the earth with a thundering bang.

It's an enemy from across the ocean
that smashes into the earth,
like a falling star
in a burning kind of hell

about the last flight of a dark haired man
there is not a lot more to tell:

than an enemy pilot wounded deadly;
hyenas and jackals scratch around
where he lies in the veldt
in an unknown grave in the ground.