Unseen hands swat metal birds from our skies
Plunging them to earth as disemboweled flies
Dark earth crimsons from ever-tender wounds
Of serrated hearts and scars of mortal wounds
Distinguished entourage in cloaked cubicles
Undistinguished in debris of wrecked articles
Dreams boarded in finery unloaded in tatters
Lively hopes rudely interrupted as no matters
Unscheduled voyages on blared listed flights
Fatefully given to kin as bitter pills of blights.
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