The Flight Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Flight

Tonight, I, half drunk
Of beer, with friend
Want to write of flight.

This, we did, both of us
When younger, officers…

What a time!
What a time!
What a time!

Was great?
Not at all!

Unless you
Like many of pilots
Were a simple hero;
Totally unaware
Except for…

Crew chief gave fuel
And signalled "All OK! "

You taxied to run up
Checked gauges
To brakes.

Asked tower, permission,
You aligned with centre
And…take off…

You fly…

In the air to spin and stall,
Lazy eight, Immelmann…
As well as tactical…

Am honest when drunk;
And tired of flights
When brain was stuck
By friends of White House! ! !