Defiance! Poem by Eric Cockrell

standing on the cliff's edge,
we look down through clouds
to the jagged rocks below.

wings scorched, flying too
close to the sun....
eyes stinging with the dust

of a thousand worlds
that have come and gone...
sweat glistening on the marks

and bruises left by struggle.
the stink of fear clutching
at our throats, heavy on our chests...

we stare into each other's eyes,
without a word, join hands,
and make the leap....

flying, or falling....
as one!