raw nerves flight check
fighter pilot bomber pilot
ate night vision carrots
keen youth
eyes piercing
death dicing
engine darkness
ignition rumbles
last flight checks
ice nerves
cold sweat
carrot eyes
an airfield
thundering
take off
at night
dawn hoping
to return
fighters
stretching
claws
bombers
overloaded
pregnant
with stack deadly
death silent waiting
bombs in belly
in English RAF darkness
different ace squadrons
preparing their takeoff
flying through night sky cloud soup is safer...
hit returning crashing into channel soup is safer...
nursing shot up bomber home crash landing is safer...
guns red roar raging
bombers fighters engaging
spectral tracer evading
alone wing fighter cover range denied
during last tense leg to mission targets
during straight dead maze bomb runs
who lives who dies in death skies...
flaming coffins hit torn burn falling...
spinning toward ground impacts dying dying dying...
postscript: death mist eerie days later
night script drama begins replay buzzing
minus ghost formation missing friends crews
in home English RAF darkness
different swarm ace squadrons
preparing wing prayer takeoffs...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem