The Pilot Poem by Alexander Machkie Coppens

A British pilot flew out of the Palestine's blue sky
avenues and villages below were lightening the night
Out of the cockpit's glass stood the pilot's view
Speechless people below like a submarine crew

He saw the darkness being opened by fires
That crossroad, a reptile tongue with flames
Blighting stars guided him through the skies
Where he saw himself trapped in the barbed wires

"Who brought me here over these ruined lands oh my? "
As the jet climbed an angel, getting far from the human mind
A voice from the speakers croaking cried
"Maybe it's a line from the Canaan's for miles straight to my eyes? "

The French ATC had no accent at all
When from the radio her voice rose and spoke,
The sound was clear with the code he knew
Feelings and instructions called him back from the view

She said "Come back to my eyes one last time"
"Come back as you didn't and make me smile"
"Visit my places, I won't let you in"
"Tell me it's red, I will say it's green"

Feeling the earth below and its sound
the pilot then went for a smooth touch down
its shadow gliding on the roofs of the town
as its weight was back when the wheels finally hit the grass…to cut

And when he eventually met the girl
He said, "it was time for me to come and say good bye"
Cutting that line which flew him by
Sinking the coin into the reservoir

She did not smile as we don't to a strife
Just waved a hand to say it's all right
"Don't waste your time and have a good life"
As the fighter took off from the edge of the knife