Crash Poem by joop Berse
Crash
It must have looked like war:
A burning plane falling
Out of the clear blue sky.
Inside the instruments screamed,
Their red lights flashed
Buzzed, burned a downfall
Into the pilots' eyes, ears.
The forest white and green was waiting
Patiently, for all those suitcases,
Shirts, socks hanging from the trees,
People, and the frightful loneliness
Of the wind whistling afterwards.
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4/28/2024 6:44:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Haunting ..nice use of words