Plane That Flew Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Plane That Flew

Plane that flew
In a dark night yet blue
Light
There was
The Knight of the Sickle Sword
Red and steel glimmering
Would it cut the heads or parts
At least of the not-too distant
stars
attach them again in a monster
serpent of a thousand kilometers.

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