Blackened Skies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

White lights shining brightly in blackened skies, beckoning
to me to come join it's freedom.

Flying high above earth at night, knowing no one knows what
flight you're taking or which one you'll be on tomorrow.

Soaring high in and about the clouds, laughter is scattered
to the wind, as crashing, another jet liner has split in
half.

Leaving debris for miles around and the smell of death upon
fresh-turned ground.

No one left behind to mourn the passing of people's lives,
only memories pressed upon pages of ink for future minds to
read about.

Graveyards flourish and abound as progress brings death more
readily around.

Listing names of loved ones passed on, death is taken lightly
for granted as fewer people are left behind each time death
comes stalking the skies with it's brightly whitened lights.