Practising Jets Poem by Marc Radzyner

uninvited, bright blue yet dark
sky welcomes them
air force jets streak away low

high curve wing-glint scream
divebomb
straight down on us

thin whine pitch before afterburn
layers of azure torn

like plaster ripped from wounds
torn from the sky, jets return

to practice above us, they will wake him
Neriyah 2 years old sleeping,

only practice
but I split down the middle,
already in the flames