Poem for a Dead Plane This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

Almost just a metallic dot of white,  high up in the cold winter sky
You make a heinous noise, somewhere between a scream and a moan-
It accompanies your tail  of smoke nicely 
The people inside still cling to you for comfort and seem to pray
To appease you, bribe you to let them live- 
But don't they know? You fear death just as much as they do. 
From so far away on ground I see your spirit wilt a little
Because you know there is no hope, and I know there is no hope,
And I wonder if the people onboard are still praying for hope
And suddenly, you are gone in a monstrous ball of fire,
Lighting up the early morning. The prayers for peace answered,
Lives now lived, dispersing into smoke in a quiet atmosphere
Now your parts and your passengers parts will fall
With the snow- Like the snow- 
To the unvirgined earth below, bloodstained from past events alike

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MadisonGrace said...
Mar. 26, 2014 at 11:06 pm
Good poem! I like how you personified the plane and changed the point of view it was an unual twist.
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