[To those we lost: Victims of the Dana Airway Plane Crash June 3, 2012]
Metal scraps and body parts,
Jet fuel plus body fluids,
Sudden end to erstwhile beating hearts
And crushing pain my soul exudes.
Minutes earlier they were air-borne
And quite apparently safety-bound
How speedy a transition to “death-borne”!
And never again to walk the ground.
The black box that blackened that Sunday
The engines that grounded prematurely
And darkness exiled the sun from our day
Piercing us badly and much so sorely
Those who formerly were alive and well
– alive but well, [shrugs] and they left
And now in demise they smell and swell
Tossing us into a wide emotional cleft
If life truly owes us nothing
We should be debtors of death neither
But logic or debate shan’t change anything
Breath or Death: We lack control over either.